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There's somewhat of sadness In the deep gloom of night, Even in the soft radiance Of the pale moonbeam's light, And how pleasing it is For the full heart to pour All its secret of sorrow In that lonely hour.
For 'tis in that lone hour That the mind loves to dwell Upon some secret grief That the lips would not tell, The heart that is troubled Must have moments of sorrow; It has cares, it his fears For the fate of to-morrow.