Early Rising

"God bless the man who first invented sleep!"         So Sancho Panza said, and so say I:     And bless him, also, that he didn't keep         His great discovery to himself; nor try     To make it - as the lucky fellow might -     A close monopoly by patent-right!     Yes - bless the man who first invented sleep,         (I really can't avoid the iteration;)     But blast the man, with curses loud and deep,         Whate'er the rascal's name, or age, or station,     Who first invented, and went round advising,     That artificial cut-off - Early Rising!     "Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed,"         Observes some solemn, sentimental owl;     Maxims like these are very cheaply said;         But, ere you make yourself a fool or fowl,     Pray just inquire about his rise and fall,     And whether larks have any beds at all!     The time for honest folks to be a-bed         Is in the morning, if I reason right;     And he who cannot keep his precious head         Upon his pillow till it's fairly light,     And so enjoy his forty morning winks,     Is up to knavery; or else - he drinks!     Thompson, who sung about the "Seasons," said         It was a glorious thing to rise in season;     But then he said it - lying - in his bed,         At ten o'clock A.M., - the very reason     He wrote so charmingly. The simple fact is     His preaching wasn't sanctioned by his practice.     'Tis, doubtless, well to be sometimes awake, -         Awake to duty, and awake to truth, -     But when, alas! a nice review we take         Of our best deeds and days, we find, in sooth,     The hours that leave the slightest cause to weep     Are those we passed in childhood or asleep!     'Tis beautiful to leave the world awhile         For the soft visions of the gentle night;     And free, at last, from mortal care or guile,         To live as only in the angel's sight,     In sleep's sweet realm so cosily shut in,     Where, at the worst, we only dream of sin!     So let us sleep, and give the Maker praise.         I like the lad who, when his father thought     To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase         Of vagrant worm by early songster caught,     Cried, "Served him right! - it's not at all surprising;     The worm was punished, sir, for early rising!"                             John G. Saxe.