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GOOD-NIGHT.
I
Hush, Nature! let no jarring soundThe drowsy air encumber,
While she, the fairest of thy works,
Is sinking into slumber.
Be silent, earth! ye winds, be still—
Let nought from sleep alarm her;
Nor midnight storm, nor sudden fire,
Nor prowling robber harm her.
II
Good-night! and be her pleasant restUnbroken till the morrow;
May all her visions, like herself,
Be sweet, and void of sorrow.
Good-night! and o'er her silent couch
While darkness spreads her cover,
May guardian angels watch and pray,
And bless her as they hover.
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