Poems (Baldwyn)/To Sleep
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TO SLEEP.
Soft sleep, descend! oh, lend thy gentle power
To chase sad thoughts away, and thou wilt bless;
Cast to oblivion this most wretched hour,
Fraught with strange grief I never can express.
To chase sad thoughts away, and thou wilt bless;
Cast to oblivion this most wretched hour,
Fraught with strange grief I never can express.
Away, away, wild visions! throng no more
My weary mind; away, ye idle dreams!
Soft sleep, descend! mine aching brain restore,
For now with vain imaginings it teams.
My weary mind; away, ye idle dreams!
Soft sleep, descend! mine aching brain restore,
For now with vain imaginings it teams.
Sweet sleep, come down! to me most sweet thou art.—
A transient death from sorrow, pain, and care;
Ah! to my soul thou ever canst impart
New strength to struggle, and new strength to bear.
A transient death from sorrow, pain, and care;
Ah! to my soul thou ever canst impart
New strength to struggle, and new strength to bear.