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When all the weary flowers, / Worn out with sunlit hours, / Droop o'er the garden beds / Their little sleepy heads, / The dewy dusk on quiet wings comes stealing; / And, as the night descends, / The shadows troop like friends / To bring them healing.
So, weary of the light / Of life too full and bright, / We long for night to fall / To wrap us from it all; / Then death on dewy wings draws near and holds us, / And like a kind friend come / To children far from home, / With love enfolds us.
But when the night is done, / Fresh to the morning sun, / Their little faces yet / With night's sweet dewdrops wet, / The flowers awake to the new day's new graces; / And we, ah! shall we too / Turn to the daydawn new / Our tear-wet faces?