John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Richard Henry Stoddard. (1825–1903) (continued) |
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| A face at the window, A tap on the pane; Who is it that wants me To-night in the rain? |
| The Messenger at Night. |
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| It beckons, I follow. Good-by to the light, I am going, O whither? Out into the night. |
| The Messenger at Night. |
| Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr. (1825–1913) |
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| O golden Silence, bid our souls be still, And on the foolish fretting of our care Lay thy soft touch of healing unaware! |
| Silence. |
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| Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm For eyes grown weary of the garish day! Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray, Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palm The poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm. |
| Darkness. |
| Stephen Collins Foster. (1826–1864) |
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| Old dog Tray ’s ever faithful; Grief can not drive him away; He is gentle, he is kind— I shall never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray! |
| Old Dog Tray. Chorus. |
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| The day goes by like a shadow o’er the heart, With sorrow where all was delight; The time has come when the darkies have to part: Then my old Kentucky home, good night! |
| My old Kentucky Home. |