——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!