Poems (Baldwyn)/To Sleep

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TO SLEEP.
Soft sleep, descend! oh, lend thy gentle power  To chase sad thoughts away, and thou wilt bless; Cast to oblivion this most wretched hour,  Fraught with strange grief I never can express.
Away, away, wild visions! throng no more  My weary mind; away, ye idle dreams! Soft sleep, descend! mine aching brain restore,  For now with vain imaginings it teams.
Sweet sleep, come down! to me most sweet thou art.— A transient death from sorrow, pain, and care; Ah! to my soul thou ever canst impart  New strength to struggle, and new strength to bear.
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