O Gentle Night

O gentle night lend me your grace, 
The hour is late and I must rest;
Give up my mortal earthly place 
And take the unknown journey west. 
  
Mourn not our parting, shed no tears, 
All things are fated not to last, 
I lived a full life all these years, 
Remember this when I have passed. 
  
The longest dark awaits me now, 
The deepest sleep I e'er shall take, 
One exhaled breath my final bow, 
And then this life I will forsake.