——by Samuel Rogers

　　Sleep on,and dream of Heaven awhile——

　　Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes,

　　Thy rosy lips still wear a smile

　　And move and breathe delicious sighs!

　　Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks

　　And mantle o'er her neck of snow;

　　Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks

　　What most I wish——and fear to know!

　　She starts,she trembles,and she weeps!

　　Her fair hands folded on her breast;

　　——And now,how like a saint she sleeps!

　　A seraph in the realms of rest!

　　Sleep on secure! A bove control

　　Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee;

　　And may the secret of thy soul

　　Remain within its sanctuary!