Thy soldier hand and heart at rest sleep on,—
Good-night, good-night, my boy, good-night!
Man.
Or griefs or joys thy lot, the past be past!—
The star of hope is on the mountain height,
For sun and life must sleep and rise at last,—
Good-night, good-night, worn heart, good-night.
All.
Good-night, Sad Heart, to Light and Darkness born!
The sun is sunk—but Stars and Hope are bright;—