Classic Poem

Soft slumbers now mine eyes forsake,
My powers are all renew'd;
May my freed spirit too awake,
With heavenly strength endued!

Thou silent murderer Sloth , no more
My mind imprison'd keep;
Nor let me waste another hour
With thee, thou felon S LEEP .

Hark, O my soul, could dying men
One lavish'd hour retrieve,
Though spent in tears, and pass'd in pain,
What treasures would they give!

But seas of pearl, and mines of gold,
Were offer'd them in vain;
Their pearl of countless price is lost,
And where's the promis'd gain?

Lord, when thy day of dread account
For squander'd hours shall come,
Oh let them not increase th' amount,
And swell the former sum!

Teach me in health each good to prize,
I, dying, shall esteem;
And every pleasure to despise
I then shall worthless deem.

For all thy wondrous mercies past
My grateful voice I raise,
While thus I quit the bed of rest
Creation's Lord to praise.