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THE MOCKING-BIRD'S NIGHT SONG. 



Tardus Pohiglottvs. — (Linn.) 



The garish day is gone to rest, 

 Then welcome gentle Night! 



I love thy solemn silent hours 

 When moon and stars are bright. 



I love, O night ! to hear repose 

 In breathing slumbers sweet ; 



I love to hear thy crystal rills 

 Flow murmuring at thy feet. 



Sweet night ! of love the tender nurse, 



I offer unto thee 

 The holiest and the purest vows 



That e'er can offered be. 



Hast thou, sweet night ! a maiden seen 

 Array 'd like seraph bright ? 



She wanders oft in yonder grove ; 

 Oh tell me, gentle night ! 



