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THE NIGHT COMETH.
We see the evening shadows
Upon the dewy ground;
And the flowers are softly closing
That by the way abound.
The clouds are growing darker,
And hide the fading light;
The wind is sighing sadly,

Then cometh on the night.
Our hearts are growing weary;
Our eyes are fain to close;
The limbs relax in slumber

Oh, sweet will be repose.
Yet, ere the evening vanish,

Oh, let us rouse again,
And work awhile in earnest-
It may not be in vain.
Our task is uncompleted;

Oh, faint not in the light, But work a little longer

Till day is lost in night.

MARIANNE FARNINGHAM.

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RISHED BY JOHN ANDERS ON JU755 NORTH BRIDGE STREET & EDIN

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EDINBURGH:

JOHN ANDERSON, JUN. 55. NORTH BRIDGE-STREET;
BEILBY & KNOTTS, BIRMINGHAM; AND T. TEGG,
AND SIMPKIN & MARSHALL, LONDON.

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