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SLEEP by FREDERIC FAIRCHILD SHERMAN

First Line: LEAD ME, KIND SLEEP, UNTO THE LAND OF DREAMS
Last Line: THAN THIS FROM WHERE MY DEAR DEAD COMRADES ARE.
Subject(s): SLEEP;

Lead me, kind Sleep, unto the land of Dreams;
There I with all fantastic Fancies gray
Through moonlit groves of sombre yews will stray,
Or with them wander by Life's silent streams
Where fire-fly joys shed their inconstant gleams,
And flowers that never know the light of day
Breathe on the passing winds their souls away, --
For this my stricken heart a pleasure deems.

And if upon the journey I should die,
Or, charmed by force of omnipresent power,
Should leave you at the midnight's lonely hour, --
Search not the glooms for me. Wherever I
May chance, it cannot be, kind Sleep, more far
Than this from where my dear dead comrades are.



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