Poems (Sharpless)/A Night Song

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A NIGHT SONG [FROM THE GERMAN OF PAUL GEROK] He who keepeth Israel, slumbers not nor sleeps.—Psalm 121:4
Half rousing from my pillow, The rushing brook I hear;Only its murmurs break the peace That broodeth everywhere.
And to me it softly singeth, "Rest thou, oh rest in peace!For God's water brooks of comfort In flowing never cease."
Now the weary world is sleeping Beneath night's sombre pall;On field, on wood, and meadow Refreshing night-dews fall.
And through my window peeping I see a bright star gleam;A tiny star,—my neighbor's roof Catches its glinting beam.
Small comforter! thou bringest A tender thought to me;—"Sleep thou in peace!" it seems to say, "God watches over thee.
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"See, sparkling through the midnight His serried armies stand;With golden arms they hold their charge O'er all the quiet land."
Soothed by the brook's soft whisper And by the star's clear shine,I rest in trusting peace on Him Who holds this soul of mine.

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