200 SERENADE. 



look on the box, and innocently ask in return, whether he was 

 once a little mouse also. 



One of the old school. 



SERENADE. 



Rest, my Love ! for evening steals 



Sweetly o'er the land and sea ; 

 Rest, my Love ! while sleep reveals 



Things that daylight doth not see : 



Let thy dreams be all of me ! 



Rest, my Love ! the stars on high 



Rain down their beams on flower and tree : 



Night shutteth up each heavy eye, 

 And sets the weary bosom free : 



Let thy dreams be all of me ! 



Rest, oh rest ! while joyful Hope 



Doth to me her bliss decree ; 

 One sweet hour her visions ope 



A Paradise most heavenly : 



Let thy dreams be all of me ! 



Rest I and now for me alone 



Watchful let Love's spirit be ; 

 For my heart is all his own 



There he waiteth still for thee : 



Let thy dreams be all of me ! 



U. S. 



