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 sleep in blessedness—till morn

Brings its sweet light:

And hear the awful voice of God

Bid ye "Good night!"

Yet ere the hand of slumber close

The eye of care,

For the poor huntsman's soul's repose,

Pour out one prayer.

NoworečenkaNoworočenka [sic], 1823, p. 59–69.