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ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Sleep, happy boy, there sleep, and take thy rest
Last Line: Yet all this while, it is no dream, but true.
Subject(s): Boys; Sleep


SLEEP, happy boy, there sleep, and take thy rest,
Free from the passions which disturb my breast;
Yet know 'tis Innocence that thee has freed,
And lets thee sleep so quiet on this bed.

Thy wearied limbs have sweetly rested here,
If with less sun, in a more happy sphere;
Whilst in despair my soul afflicted lies,
And of mere envy to behold thee, dies.

Dream, thou enjoy'st more true felicity,
Than lavish fortune can bestow on thee;
That thou amidst such precious gems art hurl'd,
Are able to enrich th' insatiate world:

That thou the Phoenix shalt transcend in fame,
Who sleep'st, and risest, in a purer flame;
That thou'rt an Angel, Heav'n's that lap I view:
Yet all this while, it is no dream, but true.





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