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WATCHMAN, WHAT OF THE NIGHT?

Night’, and there miles away. A shooting star did fall! For so doth God display His Providence to all. Night! from a storm-swept tree Exhausted by the cold A bird fell sleepily; God knows, need not be told. These very hairs of thine Are numbered, whether browa Or gold or grey they shine; - He fashions them a crown. When then art thou downcast, - Disquieted, poor soul? The dawn will prove at last Night never had control. Watchman, what of the night? Night is not—in God’s sight. —Ralph Cross.

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Evening Star, Issue 21316, 21 January 1933, Page 4

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WATCHMAN, WHAT OF THE NIGHT? Evening Star, Issue 21316, 21 January 1933, Page 4

WATCHMAN, WHAT OF THE NIGHT? Evening Star, Issue 21316, 21 January 1933, Page 4