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The Country Chil’s Good-Night

The Country Chil's Good-Night 153-3 Good-night, dear hills! So still you lie ' Against the bosom of the sky, I know you must be fast asleep, And all night long the stars will keep Their tender watches over you, So must I soon be sleeping,…

The Shadows

The Shadows. 153.4 A joy danced gaily down the way, Light as a wind-blown leaf. Ah, strange that as she passed there fell The shadow of a grief. A grief crept sadly down the way, Scorned as Love's broken toy. Yet, from her drooping wings,…