Page:Felicia Hemans in The Edinburgh Literary Journal 1830.pdf/2



is past! Stars have set their watch at last; Founts, that through the deep woods flow, Make sweet sound, unheard till now; Flowers have shut with fading light— Good Night!

Go to rest! Sleep sit dove-light on thy breast! If within that secret cell One dark form of memory dwell, Be it mantled from thy sight! Good Night!

Joy be thine! Kind looks o'er thy slumber shine! Go, and in the spirit-land Meet thy home's long-parted band, Be their eyes all love and light— Good Night!

Peace to all! Dreams of Heaven on mourners fall! Exile, o'er thy couch may gleams Pass from thine own mountain streams! Bard, away to worlds more bright! Good Night!