Little David

The mother of the little boy that sleeps
Has blest assurance, even as she weeps:
She knows her little boy has now no pain--
No further ache, in body, heart or brain;
All sorrow is lulled for him--all distress
Passed into utter peace and restfulness.--
All health that heretofore has been denied--
All happiness, all hope, and all beside
Of childish longing, now he clasps and keeps
In voiceless joy--the little boy that sleeps.