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SLEEP, thou, whom Care so long oppressed.
Care whispers by thy couch no more.
Kind Death has shut the outer door; / None can disturb thee, -- sleep and rest.
Thy hands are folded on thy breast / That throbs with Life's deep pain no more.
Though Love waits grieving by thy door, / He cannot enter, -- sleep and rest.