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“Good-night.”
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Now is the hour of the morning’s prime,—
Ho,— the revel of rival thrushes!
That’s a blackbird hid in the lime,
Clearly the lark’s lay fills the hushes:
Silver hazes and cloud-wefts sever,—
And such morns break for ever.
Ho,— the revel of rival thrushes!
That’s a blackbird hid in the lime,
Clearly the lark’s lay fills the hushes:
Silver hazes and cloud-wefts sever,—
And such morns break for ever.
Johannes C. Andersen.
XXXII.
“Good-night.”
“To each and all a fair ‘Good-night.’”—Scott.
“Good-night”:
So, hand firm clasping hand,
We meetly close the day,
Unconscious that the angel band
Bend down to hear us say
“Good-night.”
In tender tones, or grave, or light;
For in their paradise all bright
They never, never say “Good-night.”
So, hand firm clasping hand,
We meetly close the day,
Unconscious that the angel band
Bend down to hear us say
“Good-night.”
In tender tones, or grave, or light;
For in their paradise all bright
They never, never say “Good-night.”
“Good-night”:
From cot and curtained bed
The sweet child-accents come,
Tired sprites who love to tread
Where daisies grow and brown bees hum
“Good-night.”
In rosy dreams each past delight
Again will bless their happy sight,
So drowsily they lisp, “Good-night.”
From cot and curtained bed
The sweet child-accents come,
Tired sprites who love to tread
Where daisies grow and brown bees hum
“Good-night.”
In rosy dreams each past delight
Again will bless their happy sight,
So drowsily they lisp, “Good-night.”