CURFEW.

I

SOLEMNLY, mournfully,
Dealing its dole,

The Curfew Bell

Is beginning to toll.

Cover the embers,

And put out the light ;

Toil comes with the morning,

And rest with the night.

Dark grow the windows,
And quenched is the fire;
Sound fades into silence,
All footsteps retire.

No voice in the chambers,

No sound in the hall! Sleep and oblivion

Reign over all {

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