And foon kind Morpheus brings relief,

For Morpheus is the friend of grief:

Indulgent genius of the place,

He waves his wand-her forrows cease,

And all is hufh'd in ftillness and in peace.

IV.

And often doft thou deign to bless

The humble peafant's poor recefs,

When from the labours of the day,

With homeward feet he "plods his weary way:"

Soon, with thy leaden wand oppreft,

Beneath the lowly cottage-fhade,

On the cold floor he ftrews his bed,

And gives his limbs to early reft.

There, the foft flumbers of the clown

Prove the hard floor a bed of down;

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The wind, from cranny'd nooks that blows,

Never molefts his calm repose,

Nor gloomy midnight ftorms, that spread

Their founding fury round his head.

Safe in thy arms, the hind awhile

Forgets his daily care and toil;

Nor longer now, alas! deplores

That barren fields refuse their stores;

Nor baneful ftar, he recks, nor rain,

That whelms destruction on his grain,

And spoils the year, and deluges the plain.

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And often, in fome rural scene,

Thou fhunn'ft the bufy haunts of men,

Such as Arcadia's fleecy vale,

Renown'd in many a poet's tale:

There,

There, at thine ease, in roseate bow'rs,

Or in the flow'r-befpangled mead,

Doft thou with fhepherds make thy bed, And wafte the fultry noon-tide hours;

Or elfe in grot, with mofs o'er-grown,

Hewn within the living stone;

Or befide the prattling rill,

On graffy bank, or funny hill;

Or beneath the Mantuan fhade,

That spreading beech or elm has made.

There are thy fweeteft hours, for there

Nor baleful envy comes, nor care;

And feldom in that bleft abode,

Shall heart-molefting Grief corrode :

Content is there, that purer joy

That with it brings no base alloy,

And Innocence, and fweet Simplicity.

VI.

But when in courts thy train appears,

Then frown thy fiercer minifters,

Horror, fell monster, and Affright,

And Bugbears, formidable fons of Night:

Ten thousand hideous spectres nigh,

Parade before the mental eye,

And wretched mortals terrify,

With boding, dull defpondency.

Courfing through the midnight gloom,

There Incubus delights to roam,

Till viewing where at reft is laid

Some rakish youth, or love-fick maid,
Soon quits the fiend his monster fteed,
And eager mounts the ftately bed;
Then, by his ruthless weight oppreft,

Vainly heaves the lab'ring breast;

In triumph fits the haggard wight,

His fiery eyes illume the night;

Like fome huge bear, his weight he plies,

Stretch'd at full length the victim lies,

And, vainly spent, each embryo effort dies.

VII.

Thee! Deity with balmy wing,

Thee too! they hail, of kings the king;

Thou ruleft all, and all below

Before thy foporific fceptre bow:

Yet often, in the restless hour,
Princes vainly court thine aid,
While thy mellifluous gifts are shed
Spontaneous on the mean and poor.
Elate with pride, when tyrants frown,
'Tis thine to bring the haughty down,
And Philip's mighty fon, of yore,

Confefs'd, O Sleep! thy mightier pow'r :

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