Gently, gently sighs the breeze
Like a whisper thro' the trees,
Like a voice of seraph bright,
Singing to the world "good night".
NIght, the evening breeze,
Seems to whisper thro' the trees,
Now the woodland murmurs cease,
All is sweet repose and peace.
Ev'ry hill and ev'ry glade,
In the twilight seems to fade,
While the whisp'ring breezes say
Orisons for close of day
Hush! the birds are gone to rest
O'er the earth night's sable vest,
Hides her beauties from our sight
We, sweet friend, We sweet friend
Must breathe good night!
Glover, Stephen, "Gently Sighs the Breeze" (1859). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 13.
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