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<h2>A LATE GOOD NIGHT</h2> My lamp is out, my task is done,    And up the stair with lingering feet I climb.  The staircase clock strikes one.    Good night, my love! good night, my sweet! My solitary room I gain.    A single star makes incomplete The blackness of the window pane.    Good night, my love! good night, my sweet! Dim and more dim its sparkle grows,    And ere my head the pillows meet, My lids are fain themselves to close.    Good night, my love! good night, my sweet! My lips no other words can say,    But still they murmur and repeat To you, who slumber far away,    Good night, my love! good night, my sweet! <h2>AN EXILE’S SONG</h2> My soul is like a prisoned lark,    That sings and dreams of liberty, The nights are long, the days are dark,    Away from home, away from thee! My only joy is in my dreams,    When I thy loving face can see. How dreary the awakening seems,    Away from home, away from thee! At dawn I hasten to the shore,    To gaze across the sparkling sea— The sea is bright to me no more,    Which parts me from my home and thee. At twilight, when the air grows chill,    And cold and leaden is the sea, My tears like bitter dews distil,    Away from home, away from thee. I could not live, did I not know    That thou art ever true to me, I could not bear a doubtful woe,    Away from home, away from thee. I could not live, did I not hear    A voice that sings the day to be, When hitherward a ship shall steer,    To bear me back to home and thee. Oh, when at last that day shall break    In sunshine on the dancing sea, It will be brighter for the sake    Of my return to home and thee! <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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