Written when the Author was sick. br Somnus, pow'rful Deity, br Mortals owe their Bliss to thee. br How long shall I thy Absence mourn, br And when be bless'd in thy Return? br Relentless God! why will you flee, br And take Delight to torture me: br Or do you kindly flight my Pray'r, br To make me for my Change prepare? br 'Tis well this Happiness remains; br When you resuse to ease our Pains, br Your Brother Death your Place supplies, br And kindly seals the Wretch's Eyes.