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As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, / Leads by the hand her little child to bed, / Half willing, half reluctant to be led, / And leave his broken playthings on the floor, / Still gazing at them through the open door, / Nor wholly reassured and comforted / By promises of others in their stead, / Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; / So Nature deals with us, and takes away / Our playthings one by one, and by the hand / Leads us to rest so gently, that we go / Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay, / Being too full of sleep to understand / How far the unknown transcends the what we know.