Show Just Folks By Edgar A A. A Guest SLEEP Sleep is that benediction of the night Which ends disaster and makes error right That gift of of comfort for the troubled breast Which soothes fatigue with an unbroken rest That boon of poor men rich men cannot buy Which toil allows and fame cannot cannot cannot can can- not supply Sleep is the sweet reward which all desire The sought for bliss which money cannot hire The deep forgetfulness of pain and nd care Which those with conscience clear may freely share A night of freedom from lifes life's endless woes Which many a man of little fortune fortune fortune for for- tune knows Who for the day is wealthy plain appears Fame prints its favorites in the book of years But humble dwellings sheltered safely keep The names ot of those enriched with restful sleep The tired worn bodies granted this delight The joy of sleeping soundly through the night Copyright 1942 Edgar A. A Guest |