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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

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