Show 0 5 X TIRED MANS SLEEP by walt mason 11 t wj now the long long day is fading and the hush of 0 d isk is here and the stars begin parading each one in its di distant tant sphere and the city a e strident voices dwindle to a gentle hum and the heart of man mail rejoices that the hour of rest has come I 1 crown aft am ay is labor s fetter when the da has reached sta its close nothing in the world orld is better than a wears wear man s repose nothing in the m horld orld is sweeter than the sleep the toiler finds while hile the ravening mo skeeter keeter fus ies at the window blinds nothing neath the moon can wake make him short of cannon cracker s roar it if you d rouse him you must shake him till you dump him on the floor idle people seek their conches seek their beds to toss and weep for fora a demon on them ere cro crouches iches driving from their eves eyes the sleep and the vi 0 eary hours they number and thea the cry in ton tones L s distraught for a little wa wal I 1 of slumber I 1 an would give a house and loti jett when the long long day is dying and v ou on watch the twinkling stars know ing that I 1 ou on it 1 soon he be lying sleeping leeping 4 I 1 ke a train of cars be thin thankful without measure be as thankful as vou you can you have nailed as great a treasure as the goda gods have given tit man an I 1 |