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Poem
September 1, 1860
Ashtabula Weekly Telegraph
Ashtabula, Ashtabula County, Ohio
What is this article about?
A satirical poem blessing the inventor of sleep while cursing early rising, mocking proverbs like rising with the lark and referencing Thompson's 'Seasons,' arguing mornings are for rest and honest folk sleep in.
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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, or 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 sold :
But ere you make yourself a fool or fowl,
Pray, just inquire about the lark—and fall—
And whether larks have any bed 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 'tis 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 10 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 angels' 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!
"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, or 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 sold :
But ere you make yourself a fool or fowl,
Pray, just inquire about the lark—and fall—
And whether larks have any bed 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 'tis 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 10 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 angels' 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!
What sub-type of article is it?
Satire
What themes does it cover?
Satire Society
Moral Virtue
What keywords are associated?
Early Rising
Sleep
Satire
Lark
Thompson
Seasons
Poem Details
Title
Early, Rising:
Subject
In Praise Of Sleep And Against Early Rising
Form / Style
Rhymed Couplets
Key Lines
"God Bless The Man Who First Invented Sleep !"
But Blast The Man, With Curses Loud And Deep,
Who First Invented, And Went Round Advising
That Artificial Cut Off—Early Rising!
The Time For Honest Folks To Be A Bed
Is In The Morning, If I Reason Right ;