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Reviving sleep! thy sheltering wing
Is o’er the couch of labour spread;
Sweet minister, unearthly thing,
That hovers round the tired one’s head.
As calm and cold as mortal clay
When life is fled, earth soundly sleeps,
When evening veils the eye of day,
And darkness rules the ocean deeps.
O, then, thy spirit, Lord, anew
Enkindles strength in sleeping men;
It falls as falls the evening dew,
And life’s sad waste repairs again.
By nature’s gentle slumbers mine;
And lead me gently to the last;
Until I hear thy voice divine,
“Awake! for death’s dark night is passed.”
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 601 |
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