HIS VIGIL.

Close the book and dim the light,

I shall read no more to-night.

No--I am not sleepy, dear--

Do not go: sit by me here

In the darkness and the deep

Silence of the watch I keep.

Something in your presence so

Soothes me--as in long ago

I first felt your hand--as now--

In the darkness touch my brow;

I've no other wish than you

Thus should fold mine eyelids to,

Saying nought of sigh or tear--

Just as God were sitting here.

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