I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.
And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.
My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,
And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.
I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.
But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.
Author Robert Louis Stevenson
If it should be, that I grow frail and weak, And pain should keep me from my sleep, Then, you must do what must be done For this, the last battle, can’t be won. Don’t let your grief stay your hand, For this day more than the rest, Your love and friendship stand the test. We’ve had so many years, What is to come can hold no fear. You’d not want me to suffer, so When the time comes, please let me go. Take me where my needs they’ll tend, Only, stay with me to the end And hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see. I know in time you’ll see it is a kindness you do for me Although my tail its last has waved, From pain and suffering I’ve been saved. Don’t grieve it should be you who this thing decides to do. We’ve been so close, we two, these years, Don’t let your heart hold tears. Smile, for we walked together for awhile.