First Line: A LOW DEAD THUNDER MUTTERED THRO' THE NIGHT Last Line: & LEAVE ME DREAMING. -- Subject(s): SLEEP;
A low dead Thunder muttered thro' the Night, As 'twere a Giant angry in his Sleep -- Nature! sweet Nurse! O take me in thy Lap -- And tell me of my Father yet unseen Sweet Tales & True, that lull me into Sleep, & leave me dreaming. --
