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Taps
Day is done,
Gone the sun,
From the lake,
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.
Sun has set,
Shadows come,
Time has fled,
Scouts must go
To their beds
Always true
To the promise
That they made. While the light
Fades from sight,
And the stars
Gleaming rays
Softly send,
To thy hands
We our souls,
Lord, commend.
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