——by Samuel Rogers
Sleep on,and dream of Heaven awhile——
Tho' 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!
Sleep on secure! A bove control
Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee;
And may the secret of thy soul
Remain within its sanctuary!