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#| HEN the bright lamp is

 

! carried in,
The sunless hours again begin ;
O’er all without, in field and lane,

The haunted night returns again.

Now we behold the embers flee
About the firelit hearth; and see
Our faces painted as we pass,
Like pictures, on the window-glass.

Must we to bed, indeed? Well then,
Let us arise and go like men,

And face with an undaunted tread
The long, black passage up to bed.

Farewell, O brother, sister, sire !

O pleasant party round the fire?

The songs you sing, “the tales you
tell,

Till far to-morrow, fare ye well!

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