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"Come, children, put away your toys; / Roll up that kite's long line; / The day is done for girls and boys -- / Look, it is almost nine! / Come, weary foot, and sleepy head, / Get up, and come along to bed."
The children, loath, must yet obey; / Up the long stair they creep; / Lie down, and something sing or say / Until they fall asleep, / To steal through caverns of the night / Into the morning's golden light.
We, elder ones, sit up more late, / And tasks unfinished ply, / But, gently busy, watch and wait -- / Dear sister, you and I, / To hear the Father, with soft tread, / Coming to carry us to bed.