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BY THE SAME .

Soft god of sleep, attend my prayer,
Nor let me sink the prey of care;
Grant but one slumber to my woes,
For one short hour these eyelids close;
'Tis thou canst ease the prisoner's grief,
'Tis thou that giv'st to guilt relief.
But, ah! in vain I seek thine aid,
Where love's sad cares my peace invade;
In vain I sigh the hours away,
And loath in vain returning day;
Soon as the dawn salutes my sight,
I sigh, and wish again for night.
Canst thou, Almeria, see that youth,
Who vow'd to thee eternal truth;
Canst thou behold his deep despair,
Nor grant one smile to ease his care?
I die, — but may'st thou never prove
The sad effects of slighted love!
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