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STRAY BIRDS 274 in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love.

275 a child in the dark.

I stretch my hands through the coverlet of night for thee. Mother.

276 day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.

Let me dream.

277 The lamp of meeting burns long ; it goes out in a moment at the parting. [78]