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Kochanowsky. p.153
Do snu.

To Sleep

Sweet Sleep! no sure man might have to die from this.
Who dost unravel all death's mistery
Come – spread thy balmy influence o'er my soul
And let it soar beyond the world's control –
Up to the realms where morning has its birth
Down to the abyss whence darkness wraps the earth.
Where time has piled its everlasting snows –
Where sundried parched by Sun-beams not a fountain flows
O, bid it count each bright & wandering star
Or trace its many pilgrimages afar –
Sit in the centre – while its each circling sphere
Pours its aerial music on the ear –
Drink of the o'erflowing cup of joy & peace
While the tired body sleeps in weariness.

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