A memorial volume of sacred poetry by the late Sir John Bowring. To which is prefixed, a memoir of the author, by Lady Bowring |
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Sleep.
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Sleep.
Reviving sleep! thy shelt'ring wing
Is o'er the couch of labour spread;
Sweet minister, unearthly thing,
That hovers round the tired one's head.
Is o'er the couch of labour spread;
Sweet minister, unearthly thing,
That hovers round the tired one's head.
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As calm and cold as mortal clay
When life is fled—earth soundly sleeps,
When evening veils the eye of day,
And darkness rules the ocean deeps.
When life is fled—earth soundly sleeps,
When evening veils the eye of day,
And darkness rules the ocean deeps.
O, then, Thy spirit, Lord, anew
Enkindles strength in sleeping men;
It falls as falls the evening dew,
And life's sad waste repairs again.
Enkindles strength in sleeping men;
It falls as falls the evening dew,
And life's sad waste repairs again.
Be nature's gentle slumbers mine,
And lead me gently to the last;
Until I hear Thy voice divine,
“Awake! for death's dark night is past.”
And lead me gently to the last;
Until I hear Thy voice divine,
“Awake! for death's dark night is past.”
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