Most Holy Night, that still dost keep br The keys of all the doors of sleep, br To me when my tired eyelids close br     Give thou repose. br br And let the far lament of them br That chaunt the dead day’s requiem br Make in my ears, who wakeful lie, br     Soft lullaby. br br Let them that guard the hornàed Moon br By my bedside their memories croon. br So shall I have new dreams and blest br     In my brief rest. br br Fold thy great wings about my face, br Hide day-dawn from my resting-place, br And cheat me with thy false delight, br     Most Holy Night.