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AS I lay last night musing, A sweet and subtle sense O’erspread my heart, like music Contenting long suspense.

I felt as a little bud may, On the topmost twig of a tree Held up amid the moonlight God’s open sky to see.

All my harsh cares grew tender, My heavy cares grew light, When Nature came to my bedside And kiss’d her child “good-night!”