Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
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Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,
Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,
And casts them out upon the darken'd earth!
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Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise
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Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
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When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still
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The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
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As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
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My silks and fine array,
My smiles and languish'd air,
By love are driv'n away;
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Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind
Your music floats,
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AFRICA
I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet:
He sung it to four harps at the tables of Eternity.
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