Now have I come to sing my song,
to lift my voice and sing for you,
in the dark hour, at a quiet place;
for now is a time of stillness,
when peace fills slowly the fitful heart
and falls with a hush on the fretful brain.
Lie without fear in this sweet-smelling grass
and open your ear to my song.
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