Come, night - descend upon thy silent wings
Bringing thy blessed peace
Calm our tired and troubled minds
Let all our strivings cease
And with thy lullaby, lull us into sleep
Let our weary bodies rest, until you take to flight
Then will the dawning take thy place
To bring her virgin light
And we will meet this other day,
Because of thee, Sweet Night.
© Elizabeth Anderson 1958
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