Good night

C. Stanford

Now good night! our feast is over,

Where in joyous troops attending,

Lord and lady, maid and lover,

Dance and song with smiles were blending.

Beauty's smile unknown to guile,

And wit that shone but wounded none;

And manly worth and woman true,

Good night! and joy go home with you!

Good night! and softly o'er your slumbers

May your minstrel's measures stealing

Spellbind still each care that cumbers,

Still subdue each stormy feeling.

Beauty, mirth, and wit and worth,

O fall to sleep most calm and deep,

Nor rouse till rosy morrow call,

“Awake and joy go with you all!”