Taps

Day is done, gone the sun,
from the lakes, from the hills,
from the sky, all is well,
safely rest, God is nigh.

Fading light, dims the sight,
And a star, gems the sky,
Gleaming bright, from afar,
drawing nigh, falls the night.

Thanks and praise, for our days,
neath the sun, neath the stars,
neath the sky, as we go,
this we know, God is nigh.

Fades the light, from afar,
goeth light, cometh night,
and a star, leadeth all,
speedeth all, to their rest.

1862
Brig. Gen.
Daniel Butterfield,