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TO SLEEP.
Oh Sleep! thou blessed messenger of peace,
I hail thy soft approach with real joy,
For in thy arms my weight of sorrows cease,
And happiness is mine, without alloy.
I hail thy soft approach with real joy,
For in thy arms my weight of sorrows cease,
And happiness is mine, without alloy.
I live again those haleyon days of rest,
I hear again the voice of her I lov'd,
I lean again on that supporting breast,
I tread again where we together rov'd.
I hear again the voice of her I lov'd,
I lean again on that supporting breast,
I tread again where we together rov'd.
