TO SLEEP AND TO FORGET

By John Lawson Stoddard

To sleep and to forget,— O blessèd guerdon!

The day is waning, and the night draws near;

My failing heart grows weary of its burden;

Why should I therefore hesitate or fear

To sleep and to forget?

Though bright my skies with transient gleams of gladness,

And sweet the breath of many a summer sea,

Yet, under all, a haunting note of sadness

Forever lures me in its minor key

To sleep and to forget.

Of petty souls whose joy is defamation,

Of malice, envy, cruelty, and greed

Each day supplies its sickening revelation,

And makes imperative my spirit's need

To sleep and to forget.

Let others bravely plan for death's to-morrow,

And crave fresh progress toward a higher goal!

Appalled by Earth's long tragedy of sorrow,

I humbly ask one favor for my soul,

When this life's sun is set,—

To sleep and to forget.