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<h2> The Night Cometh </h2>
<p>Cometh the night. The wind falls low,<br/>
The trees swing slowly to and fro:<br/>
Around the church the headstones grey<br/>
Cluster, like children strayed away<br/>
But found again, and folded so.<br/>
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No chiding look doth she bestow:<br/>
If she is glad, they cannot know;<br/>
If ill or well they spend their day,<br/>
Cometh the night.<br/>
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Singing or sad, intent they go;<br/>
They do not see the shadows grow;<br/>
"There yet is time," they lightly say,<br/>
"Before our work aside we lay";<br/>
Their task is but half-done, and lo!<br/>
Cometh the night.<br/></p>
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