And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.
And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.
Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken The eyes that shone Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken.
Fly not yet 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories