Classic Poem

Good-night! the tenderest sweetest word
That our sad restless world has heard
" Good-night! " saith dew-kissed flower to flower,
When comes the peaceful sunset-hour:
" Soft rest be yours and slumbers light; "
" Good-night! " saith rose to rose — " Good-night! "

Good-night! and then the world swings round,
Till once again its brow is crowned;
Till, when the new glad day's begun,
Its forehead lightens with the sun.
Then, when the sun's broad wings take flight,
The tired world sleeps — Good-night! Good-night!

Good-night! O word of hope and peace!
Word uttered when vain longings cease;
Word uttered when wild dreams are done,
When stormy grief wanes with the sun.
Love's voice serene from starriest height
To all the world breathes soft Good-night, Good-night!