GOOD-NIGHT 



The day is done; and in the morning's east 

 The shadows lie, dim dreams of night. 



The time is past for labor; and released, 

 Like galley slaves let loose in fight 



On seas that rock with battle shock, spent strength 



Turns face and step with love, homeward at length. 



The night has come ; and with the evening, star 

 Day's pain drifts back like ebbing tide; 



And blessed moonlight ripples o'er the bar 

 Of twilight. Then, Love glorified, 



Our God's good angel, sings, voice sweet and deep; 



And with the ebbing music cometh sleep. 



