Does Sleep she now, fair Nature's friend,
At last upon this mortal man descend
With sweet diluted death to still the mind
So troubled, while angels downward bend
To shield him from horrors now left behind?

Lo, comes the daemon of darkest night,
Fair Nature's fiend and Sleep to fright
From the man of dust and poisoned blood,
And all the celestial host to put to flight,
Lest he the eyes of Peace in rest behold