Rest, the sweet sauce of labor, an ancient bard sang
Yet how elusive is Morpheus, is the insomniac’s pang
Hurt mind’s balm, sleep confers the calm
To the agitated mind shaken by harm
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Good poem really liked it but did you mean sauce or source. BB: O)