VALE.
GOOD-NIGHT, O Earth! the nights are growing long;
The days are brief;
Life hath one solemn burden for its song:
"As fades the leaf."
The days are brief;
Life hath one solemn burden for its song:
"As fades the leaf."
Good-night, poor World! if thou art full o sin
Why so am I!
In this proud heart to judge would I begin,
Nor self pass by.
Why so am I!
In this proud heart to judge would I begin,
Nor self pass by.
Good-night my foe! not all the wrong was thine;
My share I own;
Forgive!—we, human, know one word Divine;
The sun goes down.
My share I own;
Forgive!—we, human, know one word Divine;
The sun goes down.
Good-night, good friend! though poor my gifts to thee
I will not fret;
The richer thou whose bounty is so free,
And sweet my debt.
I will not fret;
The richer thou whose bounty is so free,
And sweet my debt.
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