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WE LAY US DOWN TO SLEEP.
WE LAY US DOWN TO SLEEP.
E lay us down to sleep, And leave to God the rest,
Whether to wake and weep
Or wake no more be best.
Why vex our souls with care
The grave is cool and low,—
Have we found life so fair
That we should dread to go?
The grave is cool and low,—
Have we found life so fair
That we should dread to go?
We've kissed love's sweet, red lips,
And left them sweet and red:
The rose the wild bee sips
Blooms on when he is dead.
And left them sweet and red:
The rose the wild bee sips
Blooms on when he is dead.
