Mind At Rest

Thy mind is at rest beneath the moon
The night closes into soon.
Pale light shines through my window
A gentle breeze blows to my pillow;
Where I rest my weary head
I will soon be asleep in my bed.
Thy mind winds down from today
For tomorrow will bring a new day;
For my mind will awake fresh to go,
Another long day to watch it grow.

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