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Poems
and Essays
by
Joseph Howe
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Oh!
calm be your rest—may the Spirit of Dreams
In her gayest attire, steal
over your brain,
Till the splendor of morning’s enlivening
beams,
Awakes you with smiles to
bewitch us again.
Oh! calm be your rest—may each vision that
springs,
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Be
right as the hues which o’er Eden were spread,
While Sleep, from his lightest and downiest wings
Around you his slumber-steep’d
poppies shall shed.
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Oh! calm be your rest—while your lids gently
close,
Like the leaves of the Lily
when sunlight has flown,
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And
a flush, like the delicate tint which the Rose
Wears at eve, o’er
your cheek in its stillness is thrown.
Oh! calm be your rest—may your thoughts steal
along
If in sleep they intrude,
like some silvery rill,
Which at night never ceases to murmur its song,
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But
wanders ’mid blossoms and flow’rets
still.
Oh! calm be your rest—but while kneeling in
prayer,
When the glow of devotion
is kindled most bright,
Let a thought of your lover be lingering there,
And his name, ’mid
your orisons, fondly take flight. [Page
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