Page:Songs of Innocence and of Experience, copy Z, 1826 (Library of Congress).pdf/20

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Night

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine,
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine,
The moon like a flower,
In heavens high bower;
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight;
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour bleſsing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and bloſsom,
And each sleeping bosom.

They look in every thoughtleſs nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm;
If they see any weeping,
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head
And sit down by their bed.