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 O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
 Beloved from pole to pole!
  To Mary Queen the praise read more 
 O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
 Beloved from pole to pole!
  To Mary Queen the praise be given!
   She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven
    That slid into my soul. 
When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a read more
When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.'
If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It's the worry that read more
If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the loss of sleep.
 Of all the thoughts of God that are
 Borne inward unto souls afar,
  Along the Psalmist's music read more 
 Of all the thoughts of God that are
 Borne inward unto souls afar,
  Along the Psalmist's music deep,
   Now tell me if that any is.
    For gift or grace, surpassing this--
     "He giveth His beloved sleep." 
Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.
Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful read more
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished read more
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
 But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait
 At the portcullis, at thy castle gate,
  Longing read more 
 But I, in the chilling twilight stand and wait
 At the portcullis, at thy castle gate,
  Longing to see the charmed door of dreams
   Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!