| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | VII. Night | | By Mrs. Mary Noel McDonald |
| | | DRAW down thy misty curtains, “solemn Night”; | |
| Dim the fierce fires which still illume the west; | |
| While stars look down with sweet though distant light, | |
| Bring to each weary thing its hour of rest: | |
| Sleep to the little song-bird in its nest, | 5 |
| Dew to young blossoms, bending on the tree; | |
| Call home, on busy wing, the housewife bee, | |
| And seal up infant eyes, in fond arms pressed. | |
| Be thine, to soothe earth’s worn and weary child, | |
| With hours of sweet and undisturbed repose; | 10 |
| Still human hearts, that beat with wants and woes; | |
| And lull a thousand griefs,—physician mild! | |
| The couch of pain with healthful visions bless, | |
| And cure all ills in deep forgetfulness. | | | | |
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