Stillness Reigns

Stillness reigns, the winds are sleeping. All the world is bent on keeping

tryst with night, whose wings are sweeping from the west each ray of light.

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Dusk, a soft and silken cover, over all is seen to hover

in its readiness to cover all the drowsy world, good night.

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Those who labored long, untiring, hail this time of rest desiring,

strength renewed through sweet retiring, welcome thoughts of peaceful night.

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And through spaces real or seeming find the Eden of their dreaming,

soar to starry ways, redeeming hours of toil and pain, good night.