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"GOOD NIGHT, - GOOD MORN!"

A SHIP moves over the billows,

A lass weeps on the shore,

She waves a last adieu to him,

Who may return no more!

On the tops of distant mountains

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The sun's last rays alight,

Darkness is gathering over all, -

Sad little maid, good night!

Once more on the strand the maiden

Watcheth at early dawn,

Her face is bright as the sunshine, -

Glad little maid, good morn!

A. L. H.

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