Come night ? descend upon thy silent wings,
Bring thy blessed peace.
Calm our tired and troubled minds
Let all our strivings cease,
And with thy lullaby, lull us into sleep.
Let our weary bodies rest, until you take to flight,
Then will the dawning take thy place
To bring her virgin light.
And we will meet this other day,
Because of thee, Sweet Night.
© Elizabeth Anderson 1958
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