Three Songs of the Night , opus 7

by Margaret Ruthven Lang (1867 - 1972)

1. Night
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Bend low, O dusky Night,	
  And give my spirit rest.	
  Hold me to your deep breast,	
And put old cares to flight.	
Give back the lost delight	       
  That once my soul possest,	
  When Love was loveliest.	
Bend low, O dusky Night!	
 
Enfold me in your arms--	
  The sole embrace I crave	        
  Until the embracing grave	
Shield me from life's alarms.	
I dare your subtlest charms;	
  Your deepest spell I brave,--	
  O, strong to slay or save,	        
Enfold me in your arms!

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2. Slumber song
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Slumber, beloved,
The day has gone to rest.
See how the stars are blinking,
Wearily, wanly winking;
Sleep thou, my dear one, lie quietly on mother's breast.

Winds gently sway the heather;
Now we will rest together,
Till day shall dawn, and birds wake in their nest,
Till then, O dear one
Close thine eyes in slumber light;
Sleep! Wrapped in slumber light;
Sleep! Shining stars are watching o'er thee thro' the night:
Sleep!

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3. The harbor of dreams
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Only a whispering gale
Flutters the wings of the boat;
Only a bird in the vale
Lends to the silence a note
Mellow, subdued, and remote:
This is the twilight of peace,
This is the hour of release,
Free of all worry and fret,
Clean of all care and regret,
When like a bird in its nest
Fancy lies folded to rest.

This is the margin of sleep;
Here let the anchor be cast;
Here in forgetfulness deep,
Now that the journey is past,
Lower the sails from the mast.
Here is the bay of content,
Heaven and earth interblent;
Here is the haven that lies
Close to the gates of surprise;
Here all like Paradise seems --
Here is the harbor of dreams.

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