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SLEEP by EBENEZER ELLIOTT

First Line: SLEEP! TO THE HOMELESS, THOU ART HOME
Last Line: THE SECRETS OF THE UNSEARCHABLE!
Subject(s): SLEEP;

SLEEP! to the homeless, thou art home;
The friendless find in thee a friend;
And well is he, where'er he roam,
Who meets thee at his journey's end.
Thy stillness is the planet's speed;
Thy weakness is unmeasured might;
Sparks from the hoof of death's pale steed --
Worlds flash and perish in thy sight.
The daring will to thee alone --
The will and power are given to thee --
To lift the veil of the unknown,
The curtain of eternity --
To look uncensured, though unbidden,
On marvels from the seraph hidden!
Alone to be -- where none have been!
Alone to see -- what none have seen!
And to astonish'd reason tell
The secrets of the Unsearchable!



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