WHERE is peace but on your breast?
Where does slumbering joy lie down?
Where do hope and gladness rest,
Like bright jewels in a crown?
All are found where your heart beats;
Like strong children in repose,
When the twilight hour retreats,
And day’s golden moments close!
Lull me, dearest, into sleep,
Let me find a pillow fair
On your breast, where breathings deep
Rock me, far away from care.
Kiss my aching brow, and then—
Lay your hands upon my head;
Peace will come to me again,
When your bosom is my bed.