Chapter 25 No.25

Oh blessed sleep! in which exempt

From our tired selves long hours we lie,

Our vapid worthlessness undreamt,

And our poor spirits saved thereby

From perishing of self-contempt!

We weary of our petty aims;

We sicken with our selfish deeds;

We shrink and shrivel, in the flames

That low desire ignites and feeds,

And grudge t