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When the moonlight falls from the star-strewn sky; / Comes the tune of the mockingbird; / When the morning dawns and the roses sigh, / Then the lark's sweet voice is heard. / When all things smile / And the hours beguile, / Then the hearts of the singers are stirred.
When the dull, cold nigh makes the heart sink low; / And the death watch ticks in the wall, / And the soul lies crouched like a harried foe, / Comes the cricket's merry call. / In the hour of fear, / With his note of cheer, / Rings his sprightly madrigal.
(_Houston Daily Post_, Sunday morning, May 17, 1896.)