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THE EVENING LESSON.
Love him and trust him, darling;
Go to him every day;
Tell him your childish troubles
In your own childish way.
What! is my darling weary?
Her eyes are closing in sleep;
Over the orbs of shining blue
Slowly the white lids creep;
Lower yet on my shoulder
Droopeth her golden head;
Take her carefully, father,
Carry her to her bed.
