  Illustrated S Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile! Though shut so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile, And move and breathe delicious sighs. Ah! now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of snow; Ah! now she murmurs, now she speaks, What most I wish, and fear to know. She starts, she trembles, and she weeps, Her fair hands folded on her breast; And now, how like a saint she sleeps, A seraph in the realms of rest! woman sleeping in chair next to window Sleep on secure! Above control, Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee; And may the secret of thy soul Remain within its sanctuary! decoration |
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