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There, safe arrived, we turn about To keep the coming shadows out, And close the happy door at last On all the perils that we past. THEY'RE SAFER I'D RETURN ABOUT TO KEEP THE COMING SHADOWS OUT AND CLOSE THE HAPPY DOOR AT LAST ON THE PERILS THAT WE PASS
Well then, Let us arise and go like men, And face with an undaunted tread The long black passage up to bed. [Illustration: NORTH-WEST PASSAGE] Farewell, O brother, sister, sire! O pleasant party round the fire! The songs you sing, the tales you tell, Till far to-morrow, fare ye well! [Illustration] _2. Shadow March_ All round the house is the jet-black night; It stares through the window-pane; It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light, And it moves with the moving flame. Now my little heart goes a-beating like a drum, With the breath of the Bogie in my hair; And all round the candle the crooked shadows come, And go marching along up the stair. The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the lamp, The shadow of the child that goes to bed-- All the wicked shadows coming, tramp, tramp, tramp, With the black night overhead. [Illustration] _3. In Port_ Last, to the chamber where I lie My fearful footsteps patter nigh, And come from out the cold and gloom Into my warm and cheerful room. VIOLET HEARTH AT SEA OUR FACES PAINTED AS WE PASS LIKE PICTURES ON THE WINDOW GLASS MUST WE GO TO BED INDEED WELL THEN LET US RISE AND GO LIKE MEN AND FACE WITH AN UNDAUNTED TREAD THE LONG BLACK PASSAGE UP TO BED FAREWELL O BROTHERS SISTERS SIRE O PLEASANT PARTY ROUND THE FIRE THE SONGS YOU SAY THE TALES YOU TELL TILL FAR TO MORROW FARE YE WELL TWO SHADOW MARKED ALL ROUND THE HOUSE IS THE JET BLACK NIGHT IT STARE THROUGH THE WINDOWPANE IT CURLS IN THE CORNERS HIDING FROM THE LIGHT AND IT MOVES WITH THE MOVING FLAME NOW MY LITTLE HEART GOES A BEATING LIKE A DRUM WITH THE BREATH OF THE BOGGY IN MY HAIR AND ALL AROUND THE CANDLE THE CROOKED SHADOWS COME AND GO MARCHING ALONG UP THE STAIR THE SHADOW BLOSTERS THE SHADOW OF THE LAMP THE SHADOW OF THE CHILD THAT GOES TO BED ALL THE WICKED SHADOWS COMING TRAMP TRAMP TRAMP WITH THE BLACK NIGHT OVERHEAD THREE IMPORT LAST TO THE CHAMBER WHERE I LIE MY FEARFUL FOOTSTEPS PATTERN NIGH AND COME FROM OUT THE COLD AND GLOOM IN MY WARM AND CHEERFUL ROOM
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