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Monday, January 03, 2005
Insomniac's Prayer
Sophocles, Philoctetes 828-830 (tr. R.C. Jebb):
Divine Sleep, god who knows no pain, Sleep, stranger to anguish, come in favor to us, come happy, and giving happiness, great King!