SONNET No2 - SLEEP
Oh, restful sleep that heals a breaking heart
With tender touch of sweet forgetfulness.
And the sin sore soul is relieved in part,
There embraced a while in her gentleness.
For the weary, sleep, like a loving wife,
Surrounds, succours and gives that needed rest.
So start each day anew, to face the strife
That in this world besets and tries and tests
All who tread this worldly path, there are none
Who need her not, all should in humbleness
Pray that sleep be there's ere the night is gone,
That they be blessed by sleeps sweet powerfulness.
So blessed sleep desert me not this night
That I may the morrow, serve God aright.

Ann Margetson
September 1992
rewritten August 13, 2001