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Let me retreat to dreams this mind does keep,
Where rest brings balm no mortal plight exceeds.
In soul's fair fields no banishment it heeds,
But consolation sows what waking reaps.
From guilt or censure here no threat assails,
This inn'r realm all outer fret dismiss.
Where conscience slumbers, past misdeeds redress,
And grace unbinds what willful error jails.
In mind's demesne what lies below the tide
Stirs tracks for freedom's feet - there shackles cease.
This inborn kingdom's peace knows no collide,
Its riches more than any realm's increase.
So leave me to my sanctuary far retreat,
Where healing slumber soothes each care's defeat.
