May 27

My mouth shall praise Thee when I meditate on Thee in the night watches.

NOW the wings of day are furled, And the earth has gone to rest,

Take me, Shepherd of the world, Home to sleep upon Thy breast.

All the night from dream to dream,

Keep my spirit pure and bright;

Fill the darkness with the stream

Of Thine everlasting light.

If I waken, calm and fair

Be the thoughts that in me rise;

And Thy presence in the air

Make my heart a paradise.

But if trouble in my heart,

Or fierce pain me restless keep,

Then to me Thy peace impart,

Give to Thy beloved sleep.

So when morning, with his wing,

Wakens me to work and play,

May I rise with joy and sing—

"God has turned my night to day."

STOPFORD

A. BROOKE

THE NEEDFUL FLOWER