1 '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. 2 "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 3 I past by his garden, and saw the wild bryar 4 I made him a visit, still hoping to find 5 Said I then to my heart, "Here's a lesson for me," That man's but a picture of what I might be: |