Written when the Author was sick. <br />Somnus, pow'rful Deity, <br />Mortals owe their Bliss to thee. <br />How long shall I thy Absence mourn, <br />And when be bless'd in thy Return? <br />Relentless God! why will you flee, <br />And take Delight to torture me: <br />Or do you kindly flight my Pray'r, <br />To make me for my Change prepare? <br />'Tis well this Happiness remains; <br />When you resuse to ease our Pains, <br />Your Brother Death your Place supplies, <br />And kindly seals the Wretch's Eyes.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-hymn-to-sleep/
