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THE NIGHT WILL BE FILLED WITH MUSIC

Day is done and the darkness falls
From the wings of night
A feather is wafting down
From an eagle in flight

I see the lights through rain and mist
I feel a sadness my soul can’t resist
Come sing to me a heartfelt lay
And banish the thoughts of the day

The song shall quiet
The restless pulse of cares
And come like a benediction
After a prayer

Let the song gush from the heart
The same way tears from the eyelids start
And every care that infests the day
Will silently steal away

And the night will be filled with music

© 2016 Joanne Jolee, Pinnacle American Records, LLC (BMI)


The Day is Done

BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life’s endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

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.

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