I say one every night
Because somehow they make me feel
That everything is right.
They seem to give the golden sun
A warm and friendly glow
And draw a brighter moonbeam to
The flowers and the snow.
They sort of the shape the silver stars
That twinkle in the sky
And give a breath of incense to
The winds that wander by.
My morning and my evening prayers
Are candle-wicks that burn
So I may walk the proper path
And know which way to turn
And, after all I love my God
And it is only right
That I should take the time to say
Good Morning and Good Night.