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Over Work. Woman's Journal.
1
In my sleep a spirit touched me;
On my ear his accents fell
Soft as Summer's answering whisper
When the daylight sighs farewell.
And his strong gray pinions folded
Looked like silent towers of might
Which would spread far into ether
As the clouds which hide the light.

2
^"I have read your heart, he whispered
It is strong to do and dare,
Quick to feel for others troubles
Glad to lighten others care.
Then speed on, towards your purpose
Never stop for sleep or rest
For as gods, are the successful
Give your brightest, and your best.

3.
All the dewy flush of morning
All the showers of freshening rain,
All the glowing heat of noon tide
All the sheaves of ripened grain,