document.write("The day is done, and the darkness<br />   Falls from the wings of Night,<br />As a feather is wafted downward<br />   From an eagle in his flight.<br /><br />I see the lights of the village<br />   Gleam through the rain and the mist,<br />And a feeling of sadness comes o\\\'er me,<br />   That my soul cannot resist:<br />   <br />A feeling of sadness and longing,<br />   That is not akin to pain,<br />And resembles sorrow only<br />   As the mist resembles the rain.<br />   <br />Come, read to me some poem,<br />   Some simple and heartfelt lay,<br />That shall soothe this restless feeling,<br />   And banish the thoughts of day.<br /><br />Not from the grand old masters,<br />   Not from the bards sublime,<br />Whose distant footsteps echo<br />   Through the corridors of Time. <br /><br />For, like strains of martial music,<br />   Their mighty thoughts suggest<br />Life\\\'s endless toil and endeavor;<br />   And to-night I long for rest.<br />   <br />Read from some humbler poet,<br />   Whose songs gushed from his heart,<br />As showers from the clouds of summer,<br />   Or tears from the eyelids start;<br /><br />Who, through long days of labor,<br />   And nights devoid of ease,<br />Still heard in his soul the music<br />   Of wonderful melodies.<br /><br />Such songs have power to quiet<br />   The restless pulse of care,<br />And come like the benediction<br />   That follows after prayer.<br /><br />Then read from the treasured volume<br />   The poem of thy choice,<br />And lend to the rhyme of the poet<br />   The beauty of thy voice.<br /><br />And the night shall be filled with music<br />   And the cares that infest the day,<br />Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,<br />   And as silently steal away.");