...irrational article in the Methodist Magazine. " Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been ray use to pray With moving lips or bended knees; But...eyelids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceiv'd, no thought express'd {• Only a sense of supplication, A sense o'er all my soul imprest...

...beach The voice of blood shall reach, More audible than ipeech, "We arc One." THE PAINS OF SLEEP. i.ni ceived, to the lost will remain. nnblest, Since in me, round me, everywhere Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But yester-night I pray'd...

...with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed And drank the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use...My spirit I to Love compose, In humble Trust mine eye- lids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought expressed ! Only a sense...

...All welcome be to thee ! William Anderson. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It bath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended...degrees, My spirit I to love compose, In humble trust my eye-lids close With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought expressed I Only a sense...

...its object. No ceremonial would he an appropriate pendant to the theology of these poems : — ' Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use...silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to love compose, In bumble trust mine eyelids close. With reverential resignation No wish conceived, no thought express'd...

...wilh holy dread. For he on honey-dew hath fed And drank the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. Em on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving tip* or bended knees; Bat silently, by stow degrees, My spirit I to ¡.ove compose, In humble Truftt...

...with holy dread. For he on honey-dew hath fed And drank the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. KRE ld ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer Ь'ря or bended knee« ; But silently, by alow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble Trust...

...on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. 270 SIBTLLIXe IZATZS. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. KKE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees ; But itilently, hy slow degrees, My Hpirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eye-lids close, With...

...sentiment is blended with the act of repose : Coleridge very naturally expressses the habitude: "Ere on my bed my limbs I lay It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bonded knees ; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust my eyelids...

...on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. THE PAINS OF SLEEP. ERE on my bed my limbs 1 lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips...reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought exprest, Only a sense of supplication ; A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest,...