by Thomas Browne, Sir (1605 - 1682)
Translation

The night is come
Language: English  after the English 
The night is come, like to the day,
Depart not thou, great God, away;
On thee, O Lord, I do repose,
Protect me from my watchful foes.
So shall I securely lay,
And sweetly pass the hours away. 

Chorus
In heav'nly dreams my soul advance,
O make my sleep a holy trance.
Sleep is a death, O let me try,
By sleeping, how it is to die.

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This text was added to the website: 2011-03-30
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