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And when the `` Good Nights '' are repeated , And each lays them calmly to sleep , Do they think of the absent , and waft me A whispered `` Good-Night '' o'er the deep ? Do they miss me at home ? do they miss me ? At morning , at noon , or at night , And lingers one gloomy shade round them , That only my presence can light ? Are joys less invitingly welcomed , Are pleasures less hailed than before , Because one is missed from the circle ? Because I am with them no more ? Oh , yes !