“Sit down, sad soul” by Bryan Waller Procter. SIT down, sad soul, and count The moments flying; Come, tell the sweet amount That ’s lost by sighing! How many smiles?—a score? Then laugh, and count no more; For day is dying! Lie down, sad soul, and sleep, And no more measure The flight of time, nor weep The loss of leisure; But here, by this lone stream, Lie down with us, and dream Of starry treasure! We dream: do thou the same; We love,—forever; We laugh, yet few we shame,— The gentle never. Stay, then, till sorrow dies; Then—hope and happy skies Are thine forever!