ODE TO SLEEP.

By Samuel Johnson

Soft Sleep, profoundly pleasing power,

Sweet patron of the peaceful hour!

Oh, listen from thy calm abode,

And hither wave thy magic rod;

Extend thy silent, soothing sway,

And charm the canker care away:

Whether thou lov'st to glide along,

Attended by an airy throng

Of gentle dreams and smiles of joy,

Such as adorn the wanton boy;

Or to the monarch's fancy bring

Delights that better suit a king,

The glittering host, the groaning plain,

The clang of arms, and victor's train;

Or should a milder vision please,

Present the happy scenes of peace,

Plump Autumn, blushing all around,

Rich Industry, with toil embrown'd,

Content, with brow serenely gay,

And genial Art's refulgent ray.