Classic Poem

In balmy Sleep, the peaceful Mind,
By no bad Deed opprest;
With Quiet, lays him down resign'd,
And takes his wonted Rest.

The Day in Righteousness doth glide,
And to the needy Poor,
With Chearfulness he opens wide.
The charitable Door.

While the poor Wretch, who falsely trod,
The thorny Path of Life,
In Fear of neither Man or God,
Is fill'd with endless Strife.

His frightful Dreams at Night, present
The Horrors of the Day;
Nor has he Power to repent,
'Till Life is fled away.