My Short And Happy Day Is Done, The Long And Dreary Night Comes On; And At My Door The Pale Horse Stands, To Carry Me To Unknown Lands. His Whinny Shrill, His Pawing Hoof, Sound Dreadful As A Gathering Storm; And I Must Leave This Sheltering Roof, And Joys Of Life So Soft And Warm. Tender And Warm The Joys Of Life, - Good Friends, The Faithful And The True; My Rosy Children And My Wife, So Sweet To Kiss, So Fair To View. So Sweet To Kiss, So Fair To View, - The Night Comes Down, The Lights Burn Blue; And At My Door The Pale Horse Stands, To Bear Me Forth To Unknown Lands.