Mesmerism

Part 3 of my spring series 2021 Inspired by a excerpts from "The Athenaeum", August 11, 1832 Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain; My hand is on thy brow, My spirit on thy brain; And from my fingers flow The powers of life, and like a sign, Seal thee from thine hour of woe; And brood on thee, but may not blend Who made and makes my lot As full of flowers as thine of weeds, Might have been lost like thee; And that a hand which was not mine Might then have charmed his agony my heart bleeds for thine.