Till To-Morrow.

Good night! good night! - the golden day         Has veiled its sunset beam,     And twilight's star its beauteous ray         Has mirrored in the stream; -     Low voices come from vale and height,         And murmur soft, good night! good night!     Good night! - the bee with folded wings         Sleeps sweet in honeyed flowers,     And far away the night-bird sings         In dreamy forest bowers,     And slowly fades the western light         In deepening shade, - good night! good night!     Good night! good night! - in whispers low         The ling'ring zephyr sighs,     And softly, in its dreamy flow,         The murm'ring brook replies;     And, where yon casement still is bright,         A softer voice has breathed good-night!     Good night! - as steals the cooling dew         Where the young violet lies,     E'en so may slumber steal anew         To weary human eyes,     And softly steep the aching sight         In dewy rest - good night! good night!