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Goodnight, goodnight, when I have said goodnight for

evermore, And you see me carried out from the threshold of the

door ; Don't let Effie come to see me till my grave be

growing green: She'll be a better child to you than ever I have been.

She'll find my garden-tools upon the granary floor :
Let her take 'em : they are hers : I shall never garden

more :
But tell her, when I'm gone, to train the rose-bush

that I set About the parlour-window and the box of mignonette.


Good-night, sweet mother : call me before the day is

All night I lie awake, but I fall asleep at morn ;
But I would see the sun rise upon the glad New-year,
So, if you're waking, call me, call me early, mother dear.


I THOUGHT to pass away before, and yet alive I am ; And in the fields all round I hear the bleating of the

lamb. How sadly, I remember, rose the morning of the year! To die before the snowdrop came, and now the violet's


() sweet is the new violet, that comes beneath the skies, And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that

cannot rise, And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers

that blow, And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go.

It seem'd so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed

sun, And now it seems as hard to stay, and yet His will be

done! But still I think it can't be long before I find release ; And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words

of peace.

O blessings on his kindly voice and on his silver hair ! And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet me

there ! O blessings on his kindly heart and on his silver head ! A thousand times I blest him, as he knelt beside my bed.

He taught me all the mercy, for he show'd me all the sin. Now, tho' my lamp was lighted late, there's One will

let me in : Nor would I now be well, mother, again if that could be, For my desire is but to pass to Him that died for me.

I did not hear the dog howl, mother, or the death

watch beat, There came a sweeter token when the night and

morning meet : But sit beside my bed, mother, and put your hand in

mine, And Effie on the other side, and I will tell the sign.

All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call; It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was

over all ; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll, And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my soul.

For lying broad awake I thought of you and Effie dear; I saw you sitting in the house, and I no longer here;

With all my strength I pray'd for both, and so I felt

resign'd, And up the valley came a swell of music on the wind.

I thought that it was fancy, and I listen'd in my bed, And then did something speak to me I know not

what was said ; For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my

mind, And up the valley came again the music on the wind.

But you were sleeping; and I said, “It's not for them :

it's mine." And if it comes three times, I thought, I take it for

a sign. And once again it came, and close beside the window

bars, Then seem'd to go right up to Heaven and die among

the stars.

So now I think my time is near. I trust it is. I know
The blessed music went that way my soul will have to go.
And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go to-day.
But, Effie, you must comfort her. when I am past away.

And say to Robin a kind word, and tell him not to fret; There's many worthier than I, would make him happy


If I had lived—I cannot tell—I might have been his

wife; But all these things have ceased to be, with my desire

of life.

O look! the sun begins to rise, the heavens are in a

glow ; He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I

know. And there I move no longer now, and there his light

may shineWild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine.

O sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day

is done The voice, that now is speaking, may be beyond the

sunFor ever and for ever with those just souls and trueAnd what is life, that we should moan ? why make we

such ados

For ever and for ever, all in a blessed homem
And there to wait a little while till you and Effig

comeTo lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your

breastAnd the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary

are at rest.

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