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Sweet death of sense, oblivion of ill, / Sleep! who from war, from time to time, dost bear / Poor, wretched mortals, and in peace dost still -- / Compose the discords, which my bosom tear, / For a brief space, and kindly interpose / Thy soothing wings betwixt me and my care.
These eyes, which seem in love with weeping, close!