Sleep

How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
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How he sleepeth! having drunken
Weary childhood's mandragore,
From his pretty eyes have sunken
Pleasures to make room for more--
Sleeping near the withered nosegay which he pulled the day
before.

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music read more

Of all the thoughts of God that are
Borne inward unto souls afar,
Along the Psalmist's music deep,
Now tell me if that any is.
For gift or grace, surpassing this--
"He giveth His beloved sleep."

The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or
much: but the abundance of the read more

The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or
much: but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to
sleep.

Be not among winebibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh:
For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: read more

Be not among winebibbers; among riotous eaters of flesh:
For the drunkard and the glutton shall come to poverty: and
drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the
bread of sorrows: read more

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the
bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

Lord, remember David, and all his afflictions:
How he sware unto the Lord, and vowed unto the mighty God read more

Lord, remember David, and all his afflictions:
How he sware unto the Lord, and vowed unto the mighty God of
Jacob;
Surely I will not come into the tabernacle of my house, nor go up
into my bed;
I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids,
Until I find a place for the Lord, an habitation for the mighty
God of Jacob.

I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord,
only makest me dwell in safety.

I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord,
only makest me dwell in safety.

Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
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Come to me now! O, come! benignest sleep!
And fold me up, as evening doth a flower,
From my vain self, and vain things which have power
Upon my soul to make me smile or weep.
And when thou comest, oh, like Death be deep.

How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not read more

How happy he whose toil
Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd
A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain
Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams.
His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve
In soft repose; on him the balmy dews
Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.

When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at hame,
And all the weary world to read more

When the sheep are in the fauld, and a' the kye at hame,
And all the weary world to sleep are gane.