An Ode to Sleep, "Intended as a chorus in a Tragedy," written in the measure of Milton's Il Penseroso": "O, listen from thy calm abode, | And hither wave thy magic road; | Extend thy silent, soothing sway, | And charm the canker Care away." The poem is not signed. The Scots Magazine would publish a different Ode to Sleep the following year.
Soft sleep, profoundly pleasing pow'r,
Sweet patron of the peaceful hour,
O, listen from thy calm abode,
And hither wave thy magic road;
Extend thy silent, soothing sway,
And charm the canker Care away;
Whether thou lov'st to glide along,
Attended by an airy throng
Of gentle dreams and smiles of joy,
Such as adorn the wanton boy;
Or to the monarch's fancy bring
Delights that better suit a king;
The glitt'ring host, the groaning plain,
The clang of arms, and victor's train.
Or should a milder vision please,
Present the happy scenes of peace:
Plump Autumn blushing all around,
Rich Industry with toil embrown'd;
Content with brow serenely gay,
And genial Art's refulgent ray.