THE zun'd a-zet back tother night,

But in the zettèn pleäce

The clouds, a-redden'd by his light, its

Still glow'd avore my feäce.

An’ I've a-lost my Meäry's smile,

I thought; but still I have her chile,

Zoo like her, that my eyes can treäce so

The mother's in her daughter's feäce.

O little feäce so near to me,

An’ like thy mother's gone; why need I zay

Sweet night cloud, wi’ the glow o’ my lost day,

Thy looks be always dear to me.

The zun'd a-zet another night;

But, by the moon on high,

He still did zend us back his light

Below a cwolder sky.

My Meäry's in a better land

I thought, but still her chile's at hand,

An’ in her chile she'll zend me on

Her love, though she herzelf's a-gone.

O little chile so near to me,

An’ like thy mother gone; why need I zay,

Sweet moon, the messenger vrom my lost day,

Thy looks be always dear to me.