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A SONG OF THE NIGHT.
Good night! the silver veil of sleep
Will fall across our closèd eyes,
And our unconscious brains will keep
No careful memories.
Will fall across our closèd eyes,
And our unconscious brains will keep
No careful memories.
If now the slumbrous soul forgets
The deepest passions it has felt,—
How, when the sun for ever sets,
Will earthly visions melt!
The deepest passions it has felt,—
How, when the sun for ever sets,
Will earthly visions melt!
Good night! the crimson glow of morn
Will brighten o'er your waking face,
And I shall wake, alas! forlorn,
And run a shorter race.
Will brighten o'er your waking face,
And I shall wake, alas! forlorn,
And run a shorter race.
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Darker my dawning sure will be!
The night of doubt is closing round:
The dim waves of Eternity
Wash with a doleful sound!
The night of doubt is closing round:
The dim waves of Eternity
Wash with a doleful sound!
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