Come, blessed Darkness, come and bring thy balm For eyes grown weary of the garish day! Come with thy soft, slow steps, thy garments gray, Thy veiling shadows, bearing in thy palm The poppy-seeds of slumber, deep and calm.
The day goes by like a shadow oer the heart, With sorrow where all was delight; The time has come when the darkies have to part: Then my old Kentucky home, good night!