Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep, -
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles: the wretched he forsakes,
And lights on lids unsullied by a tear.
More verses by Edward Young
- A Poem On The Last Day - Book Iii
- The Last Day (Excerpt)
- Ocean: An Ode. Concluding With A Wish.
- The Complaint: Or Night Thoughts (Excerpt)
- Resignation Pt 1