Sleep Poem by Edward Young

Sleep

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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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Edward Young

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Upham / England
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