Good Night

Good Night.
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How sweet the habor Evening cent the hour of sweet r
The Horse Wave suck to rest,
The money bright
The wane who have suck ta rest,
The moderne brigh

Thess tranquil hours
Farm the dearest link of

And, while ouch hand is kindly press’d)
Oh my prayer to heavenly
With huming fervor be address’ d.
For its blessings in due rest-
Good night!

Oh, how each gentle thought is stirred
As we breathe the parting word
Good night!

Oh. could we ever forl as now,
Our hearts with inve upraised,
And while our warm affections now,
Hear, in murmurs soft and low.
Good night!