"Good Night and Good Morning"

A fair
little girl sat under a tree,
Sewing as long as
her eyes could see:
Then smoothed her work, and
folded it right,
And said, "Dear work! Good
night! good night!"

Such a number of rooks came over her
head,
Crying, "Caw, Caw!" on their way to
bed:
She said, as she watched their curious
flight,
"Little black things! good night; good
night!"

The horses neighed, and the oxen
lowed;
The sheep's "Bleat! bleat!" came over the
road:
All seeming to say, with a quiet
delight,
"Good little girl! Good night! good
night!"

She did not say to the sun, "Good
night!"
Though she
saw him there like a ball of light;
For she knew
he had God's own time to
keep
All over the world, and
never could sleep.

The tall
pink foxglove bowed his head,
The violets
curtsied and went to bed;
And good little Alice
tied up her hair,
And said, on her knees, her
favourite prayer.

And while on
her pillow she softly lay,
She knew  nothing more till again it was
day;
And all things said to the beautiful
sun,
"Good morning! good morning! our work is
begun!"