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The day is done, the winter sun

Is setting in its sullen sky

And drear the course that has been run

And dim the hearts that slowly die

No star will light my coming night

No morn of hope for me will shine

I mourn not heaven would blast my sight

And I ne'er longed for joys divine

Through life's hard task I did not ask

Celestial aid, celestial cheer

I saw my fate without its mask

And met it without a tear

The grief that pressed my aching breast

Was heavier far than earth can be

And who would dread eternal rest

When labour's hour was agony

Dark falls the fear of this despair

On spirits born of happiness

But I was bred the mate of care

The foster-child of sore distress

No star will light my coming night

No morn of hope for me will shine

Fade away

No sighs for me, no sympathy

No wish to keep my soul below

The heart is dead in infancy

Unwept-for let the body go

No star will light my coming night

No morn of hope for me will shine