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Show I Sleep. I When (o soft sleep Ave give ourselves I away, I And in the dream, as in a fairy bark, 1 Drift on and on through the enchanted dark To purple daybreak little thought we I pay I To that sweet-bitter world we know by I day. S We are clean quit, of it, as is a lark, So high in heaven no human eye can mark I The thin swift pinion cleaving through J the gray, i Till we awake ill fate can do no ill, The resting heart shall not take up i again ' The heavy load that yet must make 1 it bleed; Tor this brief spate the loud world's I voice is still, INo faintest echo of it brings us pain. How will it be when we shall sleep indeed? Thomas P.ailey Aldrich. |