Mary Russell Mitford - To My Mother Sleeping lyrics

Sleep on, my mother! sweet and innocent dreams Attend thee, best and dearest! Dreams that gild Life's clouds like setting suns, with pleasures filled And saintly joy, such as thy mind beseems, Thy mind where never stormy pa**ion gleams, Where their soft nest the dove-like virtues build; And calmest thoughts, like violets distilled, Their fragrance mingle with bright wisdom's beams. Sleep on, my mother! not the lily's bell So sweet; not the enamoured west-wind's sighs That shake the dew-drop from her snowy cell So gentle; not that dew-drop ere it flies So pure. Even slumber loves with thee to dwell, O model most beloved of good and wise.