 | At the holy well |  |
SLEEP AND LIFE.
For Sculpture.
Lo, Sleep bends over the weary Angel, Life,Whose globe, his care, turns idly from his hand,
With all its continents of toil and strife,
With all its tossing seas and shifting sand.
| At the holy well | |
Whose globe, his care, turns idly from his hand,
With all its continents of toil and strife,
With all its tossing seas and shifting sand.