GOOD NIGHT, by "Peter Parley" (Samuel Goodrich) (from Robert Merry's Museum, October 1848, p. 124)
The sun has sunk behind the hills, The shadows o'er the landscape creep-- A drowsy sound the woodland fills, And nature folds her arms to sleep: Good night--good night. The chattering jay has ceased his din-- The noisy robin sings no more-- The crow, his mountain haunt within, Dreams mid the forest's surly roar; Good night--good night. The sunlit cloud floats dim and pale-- The dew is falling soft and still-- The mist hangs trembling o'er the vale, And silence broods o'er yonder mill: Good night--good night. The rose, so ruddy in the light, Bends on its stem all rayless now, And by its side the lily white A sister shadow seems to bow: Good night--good night. The bat may wheel on silent wing-- The fox his guilty vigils keep-- The boding owl his dirges sing; But love and innocence will sleep: Good night--good night.