Song
Oh! calm be your rest—may the Spirit of Dreams
In her gayest attire, steal over your brain,
Till the splendor of morning's enlivening beams,
Awakes you with smiles to bewitch us again.
Oh! calm be your rest—may each vision that springs,
Be bright as the hues which o'er Eden were spread,
While Sleep, from his lightest and downiest wings
Around you his slumber-steep'd poppies shall shed.
Oh! calm be your rest—while your lids gently close,
Like the leaves of the Lily when sunlight has flown,
And a flush, like the delicate tint which the Rose
Wears at eve, o'er your cheek in its stillness is thrown.
Oh! calm be your rest—may your thoughts steal along
If in sleep they intrude, like some silvery rill,
Which at night never ceases to murmur its song,
But wanders 'mid blossoms and flow'rets still.
Oh! calm be your rest—but while kneeling in prayer,
When the glow of devotion is kindled most bright,
Let a thought of your lover be lingering there,
And his name, 'mid your orisons, fondly take flight.
Oh! calm be your rest—may the Spirit of Dreams
In her gayest attire, steal over your brain,
Till the splendor of morning's enlivening beams,
Awakes you with smiles to bewitch us again.
Oh! calm be your rest—may each vision that springs,
Be bright as the hues which o'er Eden were spread,
While Sleep, from his lightest and downiest wings
Around you his slumber-steep'd poppies shall shed.
Oh! calm be your rest—while your lids gently close,
Like the leaves of the Lily when sunlight has flown,
And a flush, like the delicate tint which the Rose
Wears at eve, o'er your cheek in its stillness is thrown.
Oh! calm be your rest—may your thoughts steal along
If in sleep they intrude, like some silvery rill,
Which at night never ceases to murmur its song,
But wanders 'mid blossoms and flow'rets still.
Oh! calm be your rest—but while kneeling in prayer,
When the glow of devotion is kindled most bright,
Let a thought of your lover be lingering there,
And his name, 'mid your orisons, fondly take flight.
In her gayest attire, steal over your brain,
Till the splendor of morning's enlivening beams,
Awakes you with smiles to bewitch us again.
Oh! calm be your rest—may each vision that springs,
Be bright as the hues which o'er Eden were spread,
While Sleep, from his lightest and downiest wings
Around you his slumber-steep'd poppies shall shed.
Oh! calm be your rest—while your lids gently close,
Like the leaves of the Lily when sunlight has flown,
And a flush, like the delicate tint which the Rose
Wears at eve, o'er your cheek in its stillness is thrown.
Oh! calm be your rest—may your thoughts steal along
If in sleep they intrude, like some silvery rill,
Which at night never ceases to murmur its song,
But wanders 'mid blossoms and flow'rets still.
Oh! calm be your rest—but while kneeling in prayer,
When the glow of devotion is kindled most bright,
Let a thought of your lover be lingering there,
And his name, 'mid your orisons, fondly take flight.
Oh! calm be your rest—may the Spirit of Dreams
In her gayest attire, steal over your brain,
Till the splendor of morning's enlivening beams,
Awakes you with smiles to bewitch us again.
Oh! calm be your rest—may each vision that springs,
Be bright as the hues which o'er Eden were spread,
While Sleep, from his lightest and downiest wings
Around you his slumber-steep'd poppies shall shed.
Oh! calm be your rest—while your lids gently close,
Like the leaves of the Lily when sunlight has flown,
And a flush, like the delicate tint which the Rose
Wears at eve, o'er your cheek in its stillness is thrown.
Oh! calm be your rest—may your thoughts steal along
If in sleep they intrude, like some silvery rill,
Which at night never ceases to murmur its song,
But wanders 'mid blossoms and flow'rets still.
Oh! calm be your rest—but while kneeling in prayer,
When the glow of devotion is kindled most bright,
Let a thought of your lover be lingering there,
And his name, 'mid your orisons, fondly take flight.
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