English poem
I
Dark night has drawn her curtain round, And hid earth’s hues in gloom profound; Now contrite at Thy feet we fall, And make request, Thou Judge of all,
Versos English John Brownlie I
Versos English John Brownlie I
English poem
Dark night has drawn her curtain round, And hid earth’s hues in gloom profound; Now contrite at Thy feet we fall, And make request, Thou Judge of all,