New Zealand Verse/"Good-night"
XXXII.
“Good-night.”
“To each and all a fair ‘Good-night.’”—Scott.
“Good-night”:
So, hand firm clasping hand,
We meetly close the day,
Unconscious that the angel band
Bend down to hear us say
“Good-night.”
In tender tones, or grave, or light;
For in their paradise all bright
They never, never say “Good-night.”
So, hand firm clasping hand,
We meetly close the day,
Unconscious that the angel band
Bend down to hear us say
“Good-night.”
In tender tones, or grave, or light;
For in their paradise all bright
They never, never say “Good-night.”
“Good-night”:
From cot and curtained bed
The sweet child-accents come,
Tired sprites who love to tread
Where daisies grow and brown bees hum
“Good-night.”
In rosy dreams each past delight
Again will bless their happy sight,
So drowsily they lisp, “Good-night.”
From cot and curtained bed
The sweet child-accents come,
Tired sprites who love to tread
Where daisies grow and brown bees hum
“Good-night.”
In rosy dreams each past delight
Again will bless their happy sight,
So drowsily they lisp, “Good-night.”
“Good-night,”
The silver stars proclaim
In their own grand, soft speech,
While woodland warblers frame
And utter in the twilight, each,
“Good-night.”
With sudden, daring, darting flight
From blackthorn hedge to cedar height,
They twitter, chirp, or trill, “Good-night.”
The silver stars proclaim
In their own grand, soft speech,
While woodland warblers frame
And utter in the twilight, each,
“Good-night.”
With sudden, daring, darting flight
From blackthorn hedge to cedar height,
They twitter, chirp, or trill, “Good-night.”
M. A. Sinclair.