Hope Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, Whispering 'it will be happier'.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
Whate'er thy joys, they vanish with the day: Whate'er thy griefs, in sleep they fade away, To sleep! to sleep! Sleep, mournful heart, and let the past be past: Sleep, happy soul, all life will sleep at last.
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