CARE-CHARMER
Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Brother
to Death, in silent
darkness born,
Relieve
my languish, and
restore the light ;
With
dark forgetting of my
care return.
And
let the day be time enough
to mourn
The
shipwreck of my
ill adventured youth :
Let
waking eyes suffice to
wail their scorn,
Without
the torment of the
night's untruth.
Cease,
dreams, the images of
day-desires,
To
model forth the
passions of the morrow ;
Never
let rising Sun
approve you liars
To
add more grief to
aggravate my sorrow :
Still
let me sleep,
embracing clouds in vain,
And
never wake to feel
the day's disdain.
Samuel Daniel
