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 50. Sleeplessness  UNWEARIED God, before whose face  The night is clear as day, Whilst we, poor worms, o'er life's scant race  Now creep, and now delay, We with death's foretaste alternate Our labour's dint and sorrow's weight, Save in that fever-troubled state  When pain or care has sway.  Dread Lord! Thy glory, watchfulness,  Is but disease in man; We to our cost our bounds transgress  In Thy eternal plan: Pride grasps the powers by Thee display'd, Yet ne'er the rebel effort made But fell beneath the sudden shade  Of nature's withering ban.  Malta .  December 26, 1832.