Harvest of thoughts . before the morning break, Gives little hope of day. Oh let this be the darkest vails the dawning light; And let us trust Jehovahs power,Till daybreak fades the night T Iiar\^€st of Thoughts GOOD-NIGHT. HE sun sinks low into the west. The weary toilers hies for rest;The birds have sheltered in their ! good-night. The hour is calm, the zephyrs still;I hear the singing whip-poor-will;Her music echoes mong the ! good-night. A throng of beetles fill the air; The fire-flies lamp so brilliant glare;From whence theyve flown I know not whe
Harvest of thoughts . before the morning break, Gives little hope of day. Oh let this be the darkest vails the dawning light; And let us trust Jehovahs power,Till daybreak fades the night T Iiar\^€st of Thoughts GOOD-NIGHT. HE sun sinks low into the west. The weary toilers hies for rest;The birds have sheltered in their ! good-night. The hour is calm, the zephyrs still;I hear the singing whip-poor-will;Her music echoes mong the ! good-night. A throng of beetles fill the air; The fire-flies lamp so brilliant glare;From whence theyve flown I know not where;Good-night! good-night. And gazing on this scene I trow, At night tall when the sun is low,The breezes calm, so gently blowGood-night! good-night. As darkness veils the nightly hour, Faint grows the dying daylights power, And close the calyx of the ! good-night. Deep in my heart a small voice say, A doom shall fall thee as this day;And all thy friends shall to thee say,Good-night! good-night. 110. fU^ ^f ^!U.^
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