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If the day is done, if birds sing no more, if the wind has

flagged tired, then draw the veil of darkness thick upon me, even

as thou hast wrapt the earth with the coverlet of sleep and

tenderly closed the petals of the drooping lotus at dusk.

From the traveller, whose sack of provisions is empty before the

voyage is ended, whose garment is torn and dustladen, whose

strength is exhausted, remove shame and poverty, and renew his

life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night.

25.

In the night of weariness let me give myself up to sleep without

struggle, resting my trust upon thee.

Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for

thy worship.

It is thou who drawest the veil of night upon the tired eyes of

the day to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening.

26.

He came and sat by my side but I woke not. What a cursed sleep it

was, O miserable me!

He came when the night was still; he had his harp in his hands,

and my dreams became resonant with its melodies.