SLEEP.

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LXXI, Issue LXII, 11 May 1912, Page 9

SLEEP.

When to soft sleep we give ourselves away— And in a dream, as in a fairy bark, Drift on and on through the enchanted dark To purple daybreak— little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world w© know by day. We are clean quit of it, as is a lark So high in heaven no human eye may mark « The thin swift pinion cleaving through the gray. Till we awake ill fate can do no ill, The resting heart shall not take up again The heavy load that yet must make it bleed; I For this brief space the loud world's \ voice is sttU, No faintest echo of it brings us pain. How will it be when we shall sleep »•-* indeed? '* Thomas Bailey Aldrich.