Good Night

GOOD Night, Good Night, my Lyre!
A long, a last Good Night!
In ashes lies the fire

That lent me Warmth and Light.

With Love, Life too is fled;

My bosom's blood is cold;
My mind is all but dead;

My heart is growing old.

Soon will my sad eyes close,
O, Lyre, on Earth and Thee I

I go to woo Repose
In GOD'S Eternity!