James Weldon Johnson (Джеймс Уэлдон Джонсон)

Sleep

O Sleep, thou kindest minister to man,
  Silent distiller of the balm of rest,
How wonderful thy power, when naught else can,
  To soothe the torn and sorrow-laden breast!
When bleeding hearts no comforter can find,
  When burdened souls droop under weight of woe,
When thought is torture to the troubled mind,
  When grief-relieving tears refuse to flow;
'Tis then thou comest on soft-beating wings,
  And sweet oblivion's peace from them is shed;
But ah, the old pain that the waking brings!
  That lives again so soon as thou art fled!

Man, why should thought of death cause thee to weep;
Since death be but an endless, dreamless sleep?

1. Brer Rabbit, You's de Cutes' of 'Em All
2. An Explanation
3. And the Greatest of These Is War
4. Down by the Carib Sea. 4. The Lottery Girl
5. Dat Gal o' Mine

Edward Young (Эдуард Юнг) Sleep ("Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep")

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