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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. ]43 ANASTASIUS TO HIS CHILD, ALEXIS, SLEEPING.* SLEm', oh, sleep, my dearest one, While I watch thy placid slumbers, And pour, in low and pensive tone, To lull thee, wild an d plaintive numbers. If my tears thy pillow steep, Sleep--thou canst not see me weep ! Thy cheek is pillow'd on mine arm, As if secure that thee it shielded, And there a flush more deeply warm The pressure to its tint hath yielded: Thy hand, which mine did lately clasp, Dwells there, relaxing in its grasp. I love to view thy beauteous face, To cheer me thro' the day's long toiling; �See Mr. Hope's novel of Anastmlus. ......... ?Google
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