The writings of Robert C. Sands in prose and verse with a memoir of the author |
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GOOD NIGHT. |
The writings of Robert C. Sands | ||
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GOOD NIGHT.
Good night to all the world! there's none,
Beneath the “over-going” sun,
To whom I feel or hate or spite,
And so to all a fair good night.
Beneath the “over-going” sun,
To whom I feel or hate or spite,
And so to all a fair good night.
Would I could say good night to pain,
Good night to conscience and her train,
To cheerless poverty, and shame
That I am yet unknown to fame!
Good night to conscience and her train,
To cheerless poverty, and shame
That I am yet unknown to fame!
Would I could say good night to dreams
That haunt me with delusive gleams,
That through the sable future's veil
Like meteors glimmer, but to fail.
That haunt me with delusive gleams,
That through the sable future's veil
Like meteors glimmer, but to fail.
Would I could say a long good night
To halting between wrong and right,
And, like a giant with new force,
Awake prepared to run my course!
To halting between wrong and right,
And, like a giant with new force,
Awake prepared to run my course!
But time o'er good and ill sweeps on,
And when few years have come and gone,
The past will be to me as naught,
Whether remembered or forgot.
And when few years have come and gone,
The past will be to me as naught,
Whether remembered or forgot.
Yet let me hope one faithful friend,
O'er my last couch shall tearful bend;
And, though no day for me was bright,
Shall bid me then a long good night.
O'er my last couch shall tearful bend;
And, though no day for me was bright,
Shall bid me then a long good night.
October 13th, 1825.
The writings of Robert C. Sands | ||