Edward Young

(June 1683 - 5 April 1765 / Upham / England)

Sleep - Poem by Edward Young

Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep, -
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles: the wretched he forsakes,
And lights on lids unsullied by a tear.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

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