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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

Sleep
In the night of weariness
let me give myself up to sleep without struggle,
resting my trust upon thee.
 
Let me not force my flagging spirit into a poor preparation for thy worship.
 
It is thou who drawest the veil of night upon the tired eyes of the day
to renew its sight in a fresher gladness of awakening.

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