Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Night
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“I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls.”
“And the night shall be filled with music And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.”
“O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy fingers on the lips of Care, And they complain no more.”