New Zealand Verse/"Good-night"

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XXXII.

“Good-night.”

“To each and all a fair ‘Good-night.’”—Scott.

    “Good-night”:So, hand firm clasping hand, We meetly close the day,Unconscious that the angel band Bend down to hear us say    “Good-night.”In tender tones, or grave, or light;For in their paradise all brightThey never, never say “Good-night.”
    “Good-night”:From cot and curtained bed The sweet child-accents come,Tired sprites who love to tread Where daisies grow and brown bees hum    “Good-night.”In rosy dreams each past delightAgain will bless their happy sight,So drowsily they lisp, “Good-night.”


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    “Good-night,”The silver stars proclaim In their own grand, soft speech,While woodland warblers frame And utter in the twilight, each,    “Good-night.”With sudden, daring, darting flightFrom blackthorn hedge to cedar height,They twitter, chirp, or trill, “Good-night.”

M. A. Sinclair.

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