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  to the night, hearken to the silence
 The  sings in fir-trees, forest's music rings
 Rueful is the tune,  the soughing
  is the choir, murmur of the trees
 
 Time to forget all the heartache  pain
 Time to leave behind all the  and travail
 Here where the  mirrors a still sky
 Here a fair place  a child to lie
 
 Under the woeful sky, moss-grown our  tonight
 
 Here we sprawl in  darkness
 In warm  of the night
 Far away from worlds 
  from all the Heavens might
 
 Better  dream, far sweeter to slumber
 Than face the cold days, bear the grim 
 Time to rest a while, close  drowsy eyes
 Sleep till the dawn, till the  morning
 
 Heed not the rustle or  of the owl
 Heed not the ghosts that still dwell  the soul
 Night brings us solace and  deep
  brings at last neverending sleep
 
 Better  would be to sleep forever
 In silent shades of  evernight
 Sweet are the dreams  the groves of death
 Far away from  earthly woes
 
 Sound is  sleep under spruces boughs
 Serene are the  in the darkling shade
 Gone are  cares of the waking world
 Forgotten the  of the weary heart