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The silence of the brooding night, / Enfolds me with its eerie light; / I lie upon its shadowed breast / A pilgrim, wearying for rest.
Nightfall! thy sable curtains steep / My very soul in solace deep, / God sends thee with thy soothing balms, / That I may falter to thy arms.