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John Stafford Smith
(1750 - 1836)

Sleep, poor youth
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Between 1763 and 1794 Thomas Warren published, through differing publishers, an annual collection of catches, canons and glees, under the aegis of the Catch Club. This item was published in the eleventh collection.
Lyrics: Thomas Durfey
Sleep, sleep, poor youth, sleep, sleep in peace,
Reliev'd from love and mortal care,
Whilst we that pine in life's disease,
Uncertain blest, less happy are.
Couch'd in the dark and silent grave,
No ills of fate thou now canst fear;
No more shall tyrant pow'r enslave,
Or scornful beauty be severe.
Wars, that do fatal storms disperse,
Far from thy happy mansion keep;
Earthquakes, that shake the universe,
Can't rock thee into sounder sleep.
Past is the fear of future doubt,
The sun is from the dial gone,
The sands are sunk, the glass is out,
The folly of the farce is done.
Sleep, sleep, poor youth, sleep, sleep in peace,
Reliev'd from love and mortal care,
Whilst we that pine in life's disease,
Uncertain blest, less happy are.
Couch'd in the dark and silent grave,
No ills of fate thou now canst fear;
No more shall tyrant pow'r enslave,
Or scornful beauty be severe.
Wars, that do fatal storms disperse,
Far from thy happy mansion keep;
Earthquakes, that shake the universe,
Can't rock thee into sounder sleep.
Past is the fear of future doubt,
The sun is from the dial gone,
The sands are sunk, the glass is out,
The folly of the farce is done.