The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn, br And now the music sleeps-- br Its benediction falling where the dim br Dusk of the forest creeps. br Mute grows the great concerto--and the light br Of day is darkening, Good-night, Good-night. br But through the night time I shall hear within br The murmur of these trees, br The calling of your distant violin br Sobbing across the seas, br And waking wind, and star-reflected light br Shall voice my answering. Good-night, Good-night.