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OOD night! which put the candle out? A jealous zephyr, not a doubt.
 * Ah! friend, you little knew

How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
 * Extinguished, now, for you!

It might have been the lighthouse spark Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
 * Had importuned to see!

It might have been the waning lamp That lit the drummer from the camp
 * To purer reveille!