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. 
