Oil painting by Albert Anker (1875) - Image in the Public Domain (Wikimedia Commons
In the blowing night
all the spirits visit.
Some with joy of life,
some with old demands.
And the sleeping child
dreams dreams of delight
only when he’s good,
and his thoughts are nice.
No need to be scared;
sins come more than twice,
all to make us wise.
This is how we learn.
All you kids, be good.
Listen to your minds.
Turn on your white light
in the blowing night.
Thanks for reading poems.
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