SLEEP! downy sleep! come close my eyes, Tir'd with beholding vanities! Sweet slumbers come and chase away The toils and follies of the day: On your soft bosom will I lie, Forget the world, and learn to die. O Israel's watchful Shepherd! spread Tents of Angels round my bed; Let not the Spirits of the air, While I slumber, me ensnare; But save Thy suppliant free from harms, Clasp'd in Thine everlasting Arms. Clouds and thick darkness is Thy Throne, Thy wonderful pavilion: Oh dart from thence a shining ray, And then my midnight shall be day! Thus when the morn in crimson drest, Breaks through the windows of the East, My hymns of thankful praises shall arise Like incense or the morning sacrifice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 3 by EZRA POUND EARLY MORN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A ST. HELENA LULLABY by RUDYARD KIPLING SONGS OF TRAVEL: 16 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER GOD EVERYWHERE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA CHORUS OF THE CLOUD-MAIDEN: ANTISTROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES |