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SI. 'Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain

’Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain,
‘You have waked me too soon! I must slumber again!’
As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed
Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head.

‘A little more sleep, and a little more slumber!’
Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without number;
And when he gets up he sits folding his hands,
Or walks about sauntering, or trifling he stands.

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I passed by his garden, and saw the wild brier,
The thorn, and the thistle grow broader and higher:
The clothes that hang on him are turning to rags;
And his money still wastes, till he starves or he begs.

I made him a visit, still hoping to find
He had took better care for improving his mind:
He told me his dreams, talk’d of eating and drinking;
But he scarce reads his Bible, and never loves thinking.

Said I then to my heart, ‘Here’s a lesson for me!
That man’s but a picture of what I might be;
But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding,
Who have taught me betimes to love working and reading!’

Text Information

• First Line: 'Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain
• Title: 'Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain
• Author: Isaac Watts (1715)
• Meter: 12,12,12,12
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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