 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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THE NIGHTLY REST.
A folding darkness hangs before the dawn,Twin curtain with our sleep;
And when they part, with mystic, dreamy sweep,
The Day smiles in our face, and we awake,
Ready once more life's noisy ways to take
Till by veiled Night the folds again are drawn.
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |