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Good-Night.

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Good night, my little love, good-night!                 May angels keep         With fondest watch thy slumbers, till the light                 Shall break thy sleep,         And morning with its wonders bright         Shall banish all thy cares with might.         Within this quickened life of mine,                 I bear away         The loving looks and tender words of thine,                 Which from this day         Within my soul shall ever shine         And make me better, more divine.         With love and trust and truth, my heart                 Beats all for thee;         And though our lives may wander far apart,                 Till death's decree         Shall pierce my hopes with deadly dart,         Thou still my star of guidance art.         Good-night, dear one! As gladdest songs,                 The sweetest dreams         Fill all my happy soul in joyous throngs,                 And tender themes         Bring bliss for which my nature longs,         And slay the curse of ancient wrongs.         Good-night, my little love! In care                 Of Heaven rest,         And may thy life no deeper sorrow share                 Than love's behest,         Beneath the smiles of raptures rare!         Good-night! God keep thee everywhere!

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"Good night, my little love, good-night!..."

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