Classic Poem

Somnus, pow'rful Deity,
Mortals owe their Bliss to thee.
How long shall I thy Absence mourn,
And when be bless'd in thy Return?
Relentless God! why will you flee,
And take Delight to torture me?
Or do you kindly slight my Pray'r,
To make me for my Change prepare?
'Tis well this Happiness remains;
When you refuse to ease our Pains,
Your Brother Death your Place supplies,
And kindly seals the Wretch's Eyes.