Come, gentle night!
Upon our eye-lids lay thy fingers light ;
For we are tired, and fain aside would lay
The cares and burdens that surround the day.

Come, peaceful night!
Thy courier-stars already glitter bright ;
And we who labour, both unblest and blest,
Are weary of our work, and long for rest.

Come, holy night!
Long is the day and ceaseless is the fight;
Around us bid thy quiet shadows creep,
And rock us in thy sombre arms to sleep!