The Argosy — page 339: what you’re looking at

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320 GOOD NIGHT! THE lilies by the garden walks Stand white, and sweet, and tall, And down the shady moss-grown paths Calm twilight touches fall. The chafer hums his heavy tune, The glowworm trims his lamp, And one by one all sounds are stilled Out in the world’s huge camp. Good night ! Good night ! Deep in the darkness of the wood, Before the west grows pale, In fitful snatches trills and sings A full-voiced nightingale : As though some sentinel of God Watches o’er those who rest, And bids the fires of toil and pain Burn low in ev’ry breast. Good night! Good night ! My darling, there is hght enough Out in the far away, And through the open window steals A pleasant scent of hay. A cool wind blows upon my face ; The stars are bright o’erhead ; There’s perfect rest, and perfect peace, Now the fierce day 1s dead. | Good night ! Good night! I hear the ripple and the plash Of the reed-bordered stream ; Petwixt bright banks I seem to float As In a quiet dream. Yes! we are drifting to the sea Swiftly, I think, my dear ; But O! how calm the waters are! How bright ! how blue! how clear ! Good night ! Good night! The dawn is breaking on us fast, Purple and red and gold; I hear the crowing of the cocks, The bleatings of the fold. Beloved, I shall soon be well, I feel so glad and bright : To-morrow will be with us soon, Till then Good night! Good night! T, S., CUNNINGHAM. Gomicboo CS m