CLOSING ODE.
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CLOSING ODE.
Good night, good night, to every one,
Be each heart freed from care;
May every Brother seek his home,
And find contentment there.
May joy beam with to-morrow's sun,
And every prospect shine
While wife and friends laugh merrily,
Without the aid of wine.


Without the aid Of wine, my friends,


Without the aid of wine;


While wife and friends leugh merrily,


Without the aid of wine