Good-Night.

    Good night, my little love, good-night!
            May angels keep
    With fondest watch thy slumbers, till the light
            Shall break thy sleep,
    And morning with its wonders bright
    Shall banish all thy cares with might.

    Within this quickened life of mine,
            I bear away
    The loving looks and tender words of thine,
            Which from this day
    Within my soul shall ever shine
    And make me better, more divine.

    With love and trust and truth, my heart
            Beats all for thee;
    And though our lives may wander far apart,
            Till death's decree
    Shall pierce my hopes with deadly dart,
    Thou still my star of guidance art.

    Good-night, dear one! As gladdest songs,
            The sweetest dreams
    Fill all my happy soul in joyous throngs,
            And tender themes
    Bring bliss for which my nature longs,
    And slay the curse of ancient wrongs.

    Good-night, my little love! In care
            Of Heaven rest,
    And may thy life no deeper sorrow share
            Than love's behest,
    Beneath the smiles of raptures rare!
    Good-night! God keep thee everywhere!

Freeman Edwin Miller

Freeman Edwin Miller was an American poet, journalist, and teacher, best known for his work in Oklahoma. Born on November 9, 1864, in New Jersey, Miller moved to Oklahoma in 1894, where he became a prominent figure in the literary and educational communities. He is remembered for his contributions to early Oklahoma literature, as well as his work in promoting education and journalism in the region. He passed away on July 14, 1951.

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