The pleasant dark that comes at night
Is just as friendly as the light,
Dark wraps a curtain over all—
The trees, the houses, far and tall;
The pleasant dark comes down to bless
The world with mother-tenderness.
She folds her children in her arms
And keeps them safe from loud alarms;
The far green hills where children play
Are hidden till the brand-new day.
For hills and eyelids know what's best—
That darkness-time is time for rest.
The pleasant dark that comes at night
Is just as friendly as the light.
