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The opiate's once so potent spell
That could the wakeful brain compel,
To quiet sleep no more can bind.
In silent revery, the mind
Pursues its cogitations still,
In spite of the unbending will;
And through the watches of the night,
New pains, with wild and haggard fright,
Combine, and from the pained head
Their direful emanations spread:
Through the whole frame they rending thrill,
And rage unseen with horrid chill:
The nerves unceasing tortures feel,
And madness threats the curse to seal.
The sufferer, doomed to fell despair,
Calls piteous on the friendly ear,
And begs the Faculty to wake,
Another generous effort make,
And search, with thought and skill profound,
If naught in nature can be found
To close the eyes long oped by pain,
And calm the fiercely burning brain,—
The long lost power of sleep restore:
The suing suppliant asks no more!
That could the wakeful brain compel,
To quiet sleep no more can bind.
In silent revery, the mind
Pursues its cogitations still,
In spite of the unbending will;
And through the watches of the night,
New pains, with wild and haggard fright,
Combine, and from the pained head
Their direful emanations spread:
Through the whole frame they rending thrill,
And rage unseen with horrid chill:
The nerves unceasing tortures feel,
And madness threats the curse to seal.
The sufferer, doomed to fell despair,
Calls piteous on the friendly ear,
And begs the Faculty to wake,
Another generous effort make,
And search, with thought and skill profound,
If naught in nature can be found
To close the eyes long oped by pain,
And calm the fiercely burning brain,—
The long lost power of sleep restore:
The suing suppliant asks no more!
