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First Line: At my window what delight
Last Line: Strikes the soothing chords of peace.
Subject(s): Night; Bedtime


AT my window what delight
Here to sit and watch the night,
Stealing after fleeting day,
Soft and quiet all the way.
Through my window like a flute's
Comes the robin's dying notes,
While above me dim and far
Silent breaks the evening star.
At my window o'er the street,
In the twilight calm and sweet,
From dim vistas of the past
Dreams come to me thick and fast;
Some are clothed in bright array,
Phantoms of a happier day --
Some, wan spectral shades assume,
Draped in anguished hours of doom.
This brief span of years we lease
Gives us fewer hours of peace
Than it does of strife and toll --
Therefore when subsides the broil,
Let it be but one brief hour,
'Tis a providential dower,
Just a stop upon the road
Easing us of life's great load.
So to-night is one of those
Blissful times of blest repose;
And in unison I seem
With night's universal dream.
All is quiet near and far
From the lily to the star,
And my soul in dreamy ease
Strikes the soothing chords of peace.





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