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“Redeem mine hours; the space is brief, 
While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, 
And measureless thy joy or grief 
When Time and thou shalt part forever.” 
—Sir Walter Scott. 
Popp 1 /. 
“We are slumberous Poppies, 
Lords of Lethe downs, 
Some awake, and some asleep, 
Sleeping in our crowns. 
What, perchance, our dreams may know, 
Let our serious beauty show.” 
— Anon. 
The Poppy is a plant of the genus Palaver, of several species, from 
one of which opium is collected. 
Consolation of Sleep. 
5 OR instance: when men work late, their exaltation of mind continues 
long after they have retired to rest. The brain continues throbbing, 
to the banishment of sleep. 
Like a mill, it goes on grinding, grinding, though without grist I 
Will has no power over it, and it dreams and thinks, uncontrolled and in¬ 
coherently. The brain can only recuperate its power, and bodily waste 
can only be repaired, by perfect rest,—by sound sleep; but when there is 
no sleep, but only half-wakeful dreams, the brain and body are alike un¬ 
rested and unrefreshed. 
What a blessing, then, is sleep ! 
“Tired nature’s sweet restorer, balmy Sleep!” 
Y oung 
