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MRS . EDMUNDS .

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0 ! may thy bark glide calmly o'er this world's tempestuous sea,
At length arrive in heaven, from every danger free.
But it may be thy lot, my brother,
To meet with storms and tempests on thy way,
Make not this world thy treasure ;

0 ! look above this scene, still watch and pray
To God thy maker, for he always hears
Thy sighs and prayers, and bottles up thy tears.
Adieu, I'll leave thee now my brother ;
0 ! may the God of Zion be thy rest ;
Oh ! let nim be thy Father,
Thy Guide and Counsellor, then thou wilt be blest ;
0 ! may thy years be many, spent in peace,

Till death shall come and give the wished release.
INVOCATION TO SLEEP.
WRITTEN AT 2 O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING.

Come, Sleep ! and steep my senses in forgetfulness,
For I have heard, since last I felt thy power ,

The guardian of the night with sonorous song
Cry one, two, three, and “ a wet stormy morn ,"
And listened with impatience to the noise
Of heavy chariots echoing through the streets,
And likewise to the clattering of those

Returning from their midnight revels home ;
Bid Morpheus stretch his soporific wand
Over my wakeful eyelids, and the heart
That wishes for repose, bring happy dreams;
Yes, those enchanting visions which contain

All joy, all hope, without a single cloud :
I feel thy power now as a magicspell,
My senses one by one are locked in sleep,
Once more, thanks, gentle sleep.
AN EPISTLE TO A FRIEND.
What shall I write ?

Shall I employ foul flattery's art ?
Is that the way to gain your heart
That heart where truth and virtue dwells
That heart that with affection swells ?

No, never would I dare repeat