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Cover the embers,
And put out the light;
Toil comes with the morning,
And rest with the night.
II.
The book is completed,
And closed, like the day;
And the hand that has written t
Lays it away.
Dim grow its fancies,
Forgotten they lie ;
Like coals in the ashes,
They darken and die.
Song sinks into silence,
The story is told,
The windows are darkened,
The hearth-stone is cold.