Oh sweet night with your promise of slumber
bringing dreams of past child wonder
Let life\'s blazing sun nestle in his cloud covered bed
pulling over head, blankets of umber
Should dew drop tears reflect your fears
be quieted by night\'s mist covered lullaby
Sleep deep, from dream\'s Elysian fields reap
conscience\'s cornucopia supply
From the grave of night should dawn be reborn on shores of a distant morn
will new days cutting rays sting less than yesterday\'s thorn?
Will chains past be off cast, freed from memories forlorn
or like Oedipus, gouge out eyes under distant skies, despising the day born?