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Last, to the chamber where I lie / My fearful footsteps patter nigh, / And come from out the cold and gloom / Into my warm and cheerful room.
There, safe arrived, we turn about / To keep the coming shadows out, / And close the happy door at last / On all the perils that we passed.
Then, when mamma goes by to bed, / She shall come in with tip-toe tread, / And see me lying warm and fast / And in the Land of Nod at last.