50. Sleeplessness
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UNWEARIED God, before whose face |
| The night is clear as day, |
| Whilst we, poor worms, o'er life's scant race |
| Now creep, and now delay, |
| We with death's foretaste alternate |
| Our labour's dint and sorrow's weight, |
| Save in that fever-troubled state |
| When pain or care has sway. |
Dread Lord! Thy glory, watchfulness, |
| Is but disease in man; |
| We to our cost our bounds transgress |
| In Thy eternal plan: |
| Pride grasps the powers by Thee display'd, |
| Yet ne'er the rebel effort made |
| But fell beneath the sudden shade |
| Of nature's withering ban. |
Malta.
December 26, 1832. |