Blissful sleep, drown me in the warmth of night;
Disperse my troubles amidst twinkling stars,
And all that wretched day hath wronged, set right;
Then float me to some distant tranquil shore-
Let darkness rob me of my memory;
Transpose instead kaleidoscopes of dreams,
And take me to a land of fantasy,
Where I can rest on beds of soft moonbeams.
Gentle sleep, quench the thirst of weariness,
And rock me in the cradle of thine arms;
Immerse me in the depths of peacefulness,
And mock death’s shadow with thy potent charms.
Dearest sleep, thou art like the finest wine
Which when quaffed deeply, serves to soothe the mind.
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