Good-night is but a little word,
Yet beautiful, though brief,
And falls upon the gentle heart
Like dew upon the leaf—
A verdant olive-branch of peace
Upon our pillows pressed,
Shedding its graceful fragrance round
Before we sink to rest—
A kindly wish that each may dwell
In undisturbed repose,
Until the morn her robe of light
Round every sleeper throw's.
Then scorn not thou this little word
Of peace and amity;
It is a link in Love's bright chain,
How small soe'er it be.
Author Unknown