An
Hymn
to
Sleep
.
Written
when
the
Author
was
sick
.
Somnus
,
pow'rful
Deity
,
Mortals
owe
their
Bliss
to
thee
.
How
long
shall
I
thy
Absence
mourn
,
And
when
be
bless'd
in
thy
Return
?
Relentless
God
!
why
will
you
flee
,
And
take
Delight
to
torture
me
:
Or
do
you
kindly
flight
my
Pray'r
,
To
make
me
for
my
Change
prepare
?
'Tis
well
this
Happiness
remains
;
When
you
resuse
to
ease
our
Pains
,
Your
Brother
Death
your
Place
supplies
,
And
kindly
seals
the
Wretch's
Eyes
.