Sleep

Yet thou hast awful power

When thou art lying still

And breathing quietly!

Was it not such an hour

Dark Murder slunk away,

Fearing thy innocence

More than the watchfulness

Of men in armed array?

Thou makest War to cease

Awhile, and armies pause;

And in the midst of strife

Thou bringest them to peace;

The tyrant must delay

The cruel deed at thy command;

Oppressed ones know thy balm

Can take their fears away.