<h2 id="id00265" style="margin-top: 4em">AT MIDNIGHT</h2>
<p id="id00266">Turn Thou the key upon our thoughts, dear Lord,<br/>
And let us sleep;<br/>
Give us our portion of forgetfulness,<br/>
Silent and deep.<br/></p>
<p id="id00267">Lay Thou Thy quiet hand upon our eyes<br/>
To close their sight;<br/>
Shut out the shining of the moon and stars<br/>
And candle-light.<br/></p>
<p id="id00268">Keep back the phantoms and the visions sad,<br/>
The shades of grey,<br/>
The fancies that so haunt the little hours<br/>
Before the day.<br/></p>
<p id="id00269">Quiet the time-worn questions that are all<br/>
Unanswered yet,<br/>
Take from the spent and troubled souls of us<br/>
Their vain regret;<br/></p>
<p id="id00270">And lead us far into Thy silent land,<br/>
That we may go<br/>
Like children out across the field o' dreams<br/>
Where poppies blow.<br/></p>
<p id="id00271">So all Thy saints—and all Thy sinners too—<br/>
Wilt Thou not keep,<br/>
Since not alone unto Thy well-beloved<br/>
Thou givest sleep?<br/></p>
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