Sweet faith

Such looks of quiet hath

That those on whom she’s smiled

Lie down to sleep as easy as a child.

No night,

However dark, can fright

Them, no, nor day

To come, however bleak and fell, dismay.

But sound

Sleep they in prison-bound

As when at liberty.

And if they wake, they wake in charity;

Like her,

Who rousing at the jar

Of weary foot in the rain

Pitied the wakeful sentry for his pain.