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And wraps the world in sleep profound, Must I alone count every passing hour? And, whilst each happier mind is hush'd in sleep, Must I alone a painful vigil keep, And to the midnight shades my lonely sorrows pour? Once more be thou the friend of woe, And grant my heavy eyes to know The welcome pressure of thy healing hand; So shall the gnawing tooth of care Its rude attacks awhile forbear, Still'd by the touch of thy benumbing wand-- And my tir'd spirit, with thy influence blest, Shall calmly yield it to the arms of rest, But which, or comes or flies, only at thy command! Yet if when sleep the body chains In sweet oblivion of its pains, Thou bid'st imagination active wake, Oh, Morpheus! banish from my bed Each form of grief, each form of dread, And all that can the soul with horror shake: Let not the ghastly fiends admission find, Which conscience forms to haunt the guilty mind-- Oh! let not _forms_ like these my peaceful slumbers break! But bring before my raptured sight Each pleasing image of delight, Of love, of friendship, and of social joy; And chiefly, on thy magic wing My ever blooming Mary bring, (Whose beauties all my waking thoughts employ,) Glowing with rosy health and every charm That knows to fill my breast with soft alarm, Oh, bring the gentle maiden to my fancy's eye! Not such, as oft my jealous fear Hath bid the lovely girl appear, Deaf to my vows, by my complaints unmov'd, Whilst to my happier rival's prayer, Smiling, she turns a willing ear, And gives the bliss supreme to be belov'd: Oh, sleep dispensing power! such thoughts restrain, Nor e'en in dreams inflict the bitter pain, To know my vows are scorn'd--my rivals are approv'd! Ah, no! let fancy's hand supply The blushing cheek, the melting eye, The heaving breast which glows with genial fire; Then let me clasp her in my arms, And, basking in her sweetest charms, Lose every grief in that triumphant hour. If Morpheus, thus thou'lt cheat the gloomy night, For thy embrace I'll fly day's garish light, Nor ever wish to wake while dreams like this inspire! HUGH DELMORE. * * * * * ON IDLENESS. (_For the Mirror_.) It has been somewhere asserted, that "no one is idle who can do any thing. It is conscious inability, or the sense of repeated failure
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