Now your race is run.
Sleep in sweet oblivion,
setting with the sun -
rest! The war is won,
the Warrior's Home. Sorrows, shun;
Life ends, as begun -
cradled by the One
holding you, His sleeping son,
singing; "Day is done..."
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