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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Mary Woolsey Howland (1832–1864)


  • [Lines found under the pillow of a soldier who died in hospital at Port Royal.]

  • I LAY me down to sleep,

    With little care

    Whether my waking find

    Me here, or there.

    A bowing, burdened head

    That only asks to rest,

    Unquestioning, upon

    A loving breast.

    My good right hand forgets

    Its cunning now;

    To march the weary march

    I know not how.

    I am not eager, bold,

    Nor strong,—all that is past:

    I am ready not to do,

    At last, at last.

    My half-day’s work is done,

    And this is all my part:

    I give a patient God

    My patient heart;

    And grasp his banner still,

    Though all the blue be dim;—

    These stripes as well as stars

    Lead after him.