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Now the sun hath gone to rest,
Stars are coming faint and dim,
And the bird within his nest
Sweetly sings his evening hymn.
Have I tried mamma to mind?
Was I gentle in my play?
Have I been a true and kind,
Pleasant little girl to-day?
Then will God take care of me
Kindly, through the long dark night;
Bright and happy, I shall see
Once again the morning light.
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