EVENING SONG OF THE WEARY.
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O'erwearied and o'erwrought,
Bless thee, O God, O Father of th' oppress'd,
With my last waking thought,
In the still night!
Yes, e'er I sink to rest,
By the fire's dying light,
Thou Lord of Earth and Heaven!
I bless thee, who hast given
Unto life's fainting travellers, the night,
The soft, still, holy night!
