Cave of Poverty, The - Part 73

No balmy Slumber, clos'd her heavy Eyes,
No drouzy Interval her Sp'rit benumns;
No Inadvertence does her Soul surprize,
No Lethargy her watchful Sense o'ercomes:
No lazy Vapours of the Night prevail
To rob her of the Time-beguiling Tale.
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