Come, gentle Sleep! Unchiding mother of a wayward son; Come, and mine eyelids steep, For day is done, And night's cold shadow steals my lonely soul upon. Come, queen of Peace! And seal me with thy benediction now; Come, and from care release The throbbing brow, And to thy sceptered calm each stern emotion bow. Bring with thee dreams, Responsive visions of the day gone by, Still as in quiet streams The pictured sky, That with a soothing charm allures the pensive eye. Thou art of Love A tender token to each erring child, Sent, as the holy dove O'er waters wild; The one remaining joy of Eden undefiled. As pilgrims, we, Thy children, weary of the shifting scene, Turn for repose to thee; Thy brow serene No frown repulsive clouds, the yearning heart to wean. When life is spent. And Death, thy brother, claimeth as his own All that thy favor lent, Then for thy son Plead that he kindly deal as thou hast ever done. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRASS FINGERS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH SONNET: 130 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE AN OLD WOMAN: 1 by EDITH SITWELL THE DEAD LARK by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MAN'S GUARD AGAINST DEATH by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |