Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/To a Young Friend Sleeping

by Lydia Sigourney

TO A YOUNG FRIEND SLEEPING.

SOFT fall upon that closing eye,
    The taper's trembling rays,
While sweetly o'er thy peaceful brow,
    The smile of slumber plays.

May guardian seraphs' snowy wings
    Still o'er thy couch be spread,

And ever may their viewless shield
    Protect and guard thy head;
'Till thou within a purer sphere,
    Shalt soar with those who watch'd thee here.

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