The eve of life draws to its
close,
The chores are done, the house-pet
fed,
I read my chapter, say my
prayers,
And go to bed;
Content to kow that God will
keep
A loving vigil while I sleep.
Old men are only little boys,
Grown weary with lifeŐs needless
cares,
So God will mend their broken
toys,
And God will listen to their
prayers,
And wrap them in His love, and
keep
A FatherŐs vigil while they sleep.