THE . SAD . PART . OF . THE . DAY .

THE . SAD . PART . OF . THE . DAY .
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When all the house is warm and bright,
And underneath the mellow light
My Father reads his evening book,
While I am in the fire place nook
With Mother Darling, then I hear

A sound so muffled, and so drear
That sometimes I would like to cry!
…Six-Seven-Eight! Please tell me why
Time goes so quickly after tea!
…”Good night! Sweet dreams! they say to me.