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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580210" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My Daughter Mary Ann, Asleep</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweetly asleep is Mary Ann,<br>In calmest infantile repose<br>Her lovely face no longer wan,<br>Seems lovelier still when in a doze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep on, my babe, I'll not disturb,<br>Thy silent rest I love to view;<br>For now thou needest not the curb<br>I use in trying to subdue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy peevish temper, which, I ween<br>Needs constant care from me, thy site,<br>While through thy childish ways are seen<br>Thy passions strong in wildest fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep on, my child, some future day<br>May see thee walking in God's ways.<br>For this great blessing will I pray<br>Still guided by the Truth's clear rays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep on, my little girl, till morn,<br>And when awake pursue thy play;<br>Yet, when grown up, may'st thou adorn<br>The sphere in which thou mov'st by day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep on, my daughter, sleep in peace.<br>Thou has been toiling through the day.<br>Thy little tongue doth seldom cease<br>From talking much in thy own way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep on, sweet prattler, and may bright<br>Angelic Spirits guard thee round,<br>Till Sol with his resplendent light<br>Doth break thy slumbers quite profound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, sleep, my child, through every night,<br>As fast revolving years proceed.<br>By day enjoy the heavenly light,<br>Of which we in the Bible read.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But oh, sleep not when duties bid<br>My girl awake to run the race<br>Which Christians run, when thorns amid<br>May make her see her need of Grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oh, sleep not in ways of sin,<br>For dangers lurk with serpent wiles;<br>And false security within,<br>Each unsuspecting mind beguiles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the solemn time arrives<br>For thee to sleep in death at peace,<br>And thy pure spirit strongly strives<br>To gain her longed-for wished release,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, may she mount to yon abode<br>Where God's blest Saints and Angels dwell;<br>And there rejoice in him who trode<br>The path to death to save from hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Cowherd">Thomas Cowherd</a><div class=q>
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In calmest infantile repose
Her lovely face no longer wan,
Seems lovelier still when in a doze.

Sleep on, my babe, I'll not disturb,
Thy silent rest I love to view;
For now thou needest not the curb
I use in trying to ..."></div>
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