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...A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW PARADISE by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER BILL AND JOE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A MORNING HYMN by CHARLES WESLEY A SPRING CAROL by ADRA CAROLINE BATCHELDER |