Fevered brow needs cooling calm.
Cold compress cures the curse,
Gentleness and soothing unction, on
Malaise, helps to nurse.
Tranquil tunes in tender tempo,
Pianissimo,
Repose in peaceful pleasured points,
Slumber you may know.
A restful sleep of purest bliss,
All sound a healing balm,
Soft hands to ease, know surcease,
Negating all mind’s harm.
Mild ecstasy in blessedness,
Relief from all life’s woe,
Simply salved by solicitude,
Everyone must know
A humbler sort of paradise,
A sweeter song of praise,
That life renews and lives again
Each dawn of all new days.
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