PRED Nature's sweet restorer, baliny Sleep!
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles, the wretched ho forsakes:
Swift on his downyinions flies from woe,
And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose,
I wake: how happy they, who wake no more!
Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave.
I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams
Tumultuous; where my wreck' desponding thought
Prom wave to wave of fancied misery
At random drove, ber helm of reason fost:
Though now restored, 'lis only change of pain :
(A bitter change t) severer for severe.
The day too short for my distress; and night
B'en in the zenith of her dark domain,
Issunshine to the colour of my fate.
Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throbe,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptro o'er a slumb'ring world.
Silonce how dead! and darkness how profound
-5; and nigh Nor mye nor listning ear an object finds;
domain, Creatiou sleeps, Tis as the geb'ral pulse
my fate. from her ebon throno di no stretches forth sa slumb'ring world. blon
darkness how profourvolong lear an object finds; as the geu'ral pulse Delug