The poetical remains of William Sidney Walker ... Edited with a memoir of the author by the Rev. J. Moultrie |
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TO THE SLEEP-SPIRITS. |
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TO THE SLEEP-SPIRITS.
Toil hath rest at set of sun,But his brother Care hath none.
Kindly Genii of repose,
Soothers of all fleshly woes,
Have ye not a chain to bind
In its home the wandering Mind?
Have ye not a spell to steep
The wakeful Heart in transient sleep?
As ye fold your hushing charm,
Like a clinging mantle warm,
Man's o'erlabour'd frame about,
Lulling sense; O can ye not,
Cannot one of all your number,
Weave a web of spirit-slumber,
Heavenly-sweet, and long, and still,
For weary thought, and weary will?
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