The art to sleep seem’d wholly lost.”
When Hope (t’ indulge a short digression)
Gains of weak minds complete possession,
She buoys them up, like cork and sail,
’Gainst Disappointment’s heavy gale.
So Whang, with undishearten’d mind,
Trusting the future would be kind,
Rose from his dreamless bed next morn
Neither discourag’d nor forlorn:
With one idea fill’d, he sought