Thanksgiving for Having Overslept

To-day, my friends, I overslept
And woke at half-past eight;
I reached the office where I'm kept
About two hours late.

I worked all morning breakfastless,
Made my digestion grieve;
The boss, unless I miss my guess,
Has thunder up his sleeve.

But I'm glad I was indolent!
The memory still glows—
Life cannot steal that increment
Of sweet unearned repose!

What though the time-clock will deduct
Two hours? it will be cheap—
The whole damned universe I bucked
And got a raise of sleep!
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