Night (Stanzas for Song)

GENTLY as the sun departing
     Draws his golden beams away,
So the gloomy shades of evening
     Fall upon declining day.
'Tis the time for mirth and music,
     Youthful heart's and spirits light,
Bonds of friendship thus uniting,
     Wile away the hours of night.

Now the noise of labour ceases,
     Hushed the anvil and the forge ;
Fortune's busy wheel is silent ;
     Not a sound of toil is heard.
'Tis the time for fays and fairies
     Joining in the festive glee
Underneath the silver moonlight,
     Holding nightly revelry.

Nature's songsters now are resting,
     And the Lark who soars on high,
Pouring forth his thankful praises,
     Long has sung his lullaby.
Earthly joys are always fleeting,
     Happiness is quick of flight,
So, while wishing every blessing,
     Now to all we say---"Good-night."

Written by
A. T. Page