Come, gentle night!

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!