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A Relic o f A n tiqu ity
,
w h ich still keeps its place in the C ustom s o f C o
penhagen, offers an in terestin g and n o t in ap p ro p riate
C onclusion in the
¿©ong of
tfye
OTatctyman.
A Literal Translation.
8 o'clock,
AV^hen D ay d ep arts, and D arkness reigns on earth,
T h e scene rem inds us of the gloom y g r a v e !
T hen let T h y light, 0 L ord, before us shine
W h ile to the silent tom b o u r steps w e bend,
And g ra n t a blessed Im m o rtality !
9 o'clock.
T h e D a y glides by, and sable N ight ap p ears —
F o r Je su s’ sake, 0 God, o u r sins fo rg iv e !
P re se rv e the R o y al F am ily ;
A nd g u ard the people w hich this land contains
F rom d an g er o f the E nem y!