by Edgar A Guest
It’s bedtime and we lock the door,
put out the lights — the day is o’er.
All that can come of good or ill,
the records of this day to fill,
is written down; the worries cease
and old and young may rest in peace.
We knew not when we started out
what dangers hedged us all about,
what little pleasures we should gain,
what should be ours to bear of pain.
But now the fires are burning low,
and this day’s history we know.
No harm has come. The laughter here
has been unbroken by a tear;
we’ve met no hurt too great to bear
we have not had to bow to care;
the children all are safe in bed,
there’s nothing now for us to dread.
When bedtime comes and we can say
that we have safely lived the day,
how sweet the calm that settles down
and shuts away the noisy town!
There is no danger now to fear
until tomorrow shall appear.
When the long bedtime comes, and I
in sleep eternal come to lie—
when life has nothing more in store,
and silently I close the door,
God grant my weary soul may claim
security from hurt and shame.
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From Collected Verse of Edgar A. Guest
©1934 by the Reilly & Lee Co.
A SPECIAL POET SINGS
How poor are those who’ve never heard
a special poet sing like a bird
and when he finally had to fly
he left his songs in places high.
We, too, will someday be
safe in the arms of Eternity
then will we sing with Heaven’s host
those simple songs that thrilled us most
that thousands knew and loved the best
the God-filled verse of Edgar Guest.
(Ron Evans — 11 Oct. 2014)
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Beautiful tribute to the poet, as well as a wonderful promise of joys to come! I often think about II Peter 3:9-14.
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