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I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, / I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.
And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood, / And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.
My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair, / And I must off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.
I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise, / No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.
But slumber hold me tightly, till I waken in the dawn, / And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.