ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT. 



TEACHER'S EDITION. 



Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee, All thro' the night; 

 Guardian angels God will send thee, All thro' the night. 

 Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill a-nd vale in slumber steeping, 

 I my loving vigil keeping, All thro' the night. 



While the moon her watch is keeping, All thro' the night; 

 While the weary world is sleeping, All thro' the night. 

 O'er thy spirit gently stealing, Visions of delight revealing, 

 Breathes a pure and holy feeling, All thro' the night. 



Hark, a solemn bell is ringing, Clear thro' the night ; 

 Thou, my love, art heavenward singing, Home thro' the night. 

 Earthly dust from off thee shaken, By good angels art thou taken, 

 Soul immortal shalt thou waken, Home thro' the night. 



THE GONDOLIERS. 



I. 



Gondolier, the moon is shining, 



Thro' the clouds her rays are streaming; 

 On the margins see their silv'ry lining, 



Round our gondola the waves are gleaming 

 Like a thousand jewels sparkling, 

 O'er the tide below them darkling, 

 From their oars so gently playing 

 In the shining waters crystal drops are spraying. 



II. 

 Gondolier, now let thy singing, 



Softly stir the air of even; 

 Sing the ancient songs of Venice bringing 



Back the glory men of old have given, 

 Let the music grandly swelling, 

 When their valor thou art telling, 

 Die in murmurs, falling, rising, 

 Music with the music sweetly harmonizing. 



THE VIOLET. 



TEACHER'S EDITION. 



Down in a green and shady bed,. A modest violet grew ; 

 Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view. 

 And yet it was a lovely flow'r, Its colors bright and fair; 

 It might have graced a rosy bower, Instead of hiding there. 



Yet there it was content to bloom, In modest tints arrayed; 

 And there diffused a sweet perfume, Within its silent shade. 

 Then let me to the valley go, This pretty flow'r to see ; 

 That I may also learn to grow, In sweet humility. 



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