Let’s meet again in dreamland, amid the deep night sky,
There, dance among the shining stars, hung, celestial high.
The moon, her restful watching, the sleepy clouds, we lie,
Until the rise of morning, alas, for now, goodbye.
Blessed are they, at the Hour, finding,
No regrets, just vain worries, slipping.
Gentle sigh, into softness, so falling,
Enter the quiet, sweet lilies, sleeping.
Night has fallen,
Now, His gifted hour.
When all creation slumbers,
Aye, even the flowers.