Classic Poem

ON SLEEPING UPON HER FAVOURITE S OFA, A VERY FEW DAYS AFTER MY DEAR M OTHER'S Death .

H ERE , till the day of life had clos'd,
A Saint on earth has oft repos'd;
And sleep, that courts my eye-lids here ,
Faint, but unsully'd by a tear ,
Perhaps, in a mysterious dream,
Can elevate the moral theme;
Or of that Saint the image bright
Call as in visions to the light.
Can bless me with her voice again,
To cheer my hopes, and soothe my pain.