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A SONG OF NIGHT AND DEATH.
1
Day's delights are manifold,Crowned with each his crown of gold;
But gentle Night brings silver peace,
And healing sleep, and toil's surcease.
Kind Night, fold thy wings
Over all day-weary things!
2
Life may bring us with full handsGlorious gifts from happy lands;
But gentle Death, with drowsy kiss,
Gives us rest from bale and bliss.
Kind Death, on thy breast
May all life-weary things have rest!
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