|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|The unchecked thought|
Wanders at will upon enchanted ground,
Making no sound
In all the corridors
The bell sleeps in the belfryfrom its tongue
A drowsy murmur floats into the air,
Like thistle-down. Slumber is everywhere.
The rooks asleep, and, in its dreaming, caws;
And silence mopes where nightingales have sung;
The sirens lie in grottoes cool and deep,
The naiads in the streams.
T. B. Aldrich.Invocation to Sleep.
|We sleep, but the loom of life never stops; and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up to-morrow.|
Henry Ward Beecher.Life Thoughts.