Poems (Kimball)/All's Well

by Harriet McEwen Kimball

ALL'S WELL.

THE day is ended. Ere I sink to sleep,
 My weary spirit seeks repose in Thine.
Father! forgive my trespasses, and keep
   This little life of mine.

With loving-kindness curtain Thou my bed,
 And cool in rest my burning pilgrim-feet;
Thy pardon be the pillow for my head;
   So shall my sleep be sweet.

At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and Thee,
 No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake;
All's well, whichever side the grave for me
   The morning light may break.