Song (Sweet be their rest! no ghastly things)

Sweet be their rest! no ghastly thingsTo scare their dreams, assemble here;But safe beneath good angels' wingsMay each repose from year to year.

Cheerful, like some long summer-day,May all their waking moments flow,Happier, as run life's sands away,Unstained by sin, untouched by woe.

As now they sleep, serene and pure,Their little arms entwined in love,So may they live, obey, endure,And shine with yon bright host above.