English poem
Good Night, I
by John Reade (1826–)
Good night! God bless thee, love, wherever thou art, And keep thee, like an infant, in His arms! And all good messengers that move unseen By eye sin-darkened, and on noiseless wings Carry glad tidings to the doors of sleep, Touch all thy tears to pearls of heavenly joy. Oh! I am very lonely, missing thee; Yet, morning, noon, and night, sweet memories Are nestling round thy name within my heart, Like summer birds in frozen winter woods. Good night! Good night! oh, for the mutual word! Oh, for the loving pressure of thy hand! Oh, for the tender parting of thine eyes! God bless thee, love, wherever thou art! Good night.