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and welcome3; thou art my ancient friend,
2Of all my suff’rings, thou wilt make an
3Young children cry, or grumble at the best,
4To go to bed; I know it is my rest.
Therefore as cheerfully5I’ll lay me down
6In dust as in the daintiest bed of
7Where I to my
first principles7must turn,
take a nap in black oblivion’s urn8.
the sun of life9arise in glory—
10And then begins my everlasting