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Health! wilt thou not, for the black stream,
That bears keen poison through the veins,
A cordial swift prepare;—
Bring back their own bright crimson glow
And the true circulating flow,
And mitigate despair?
That bears keen poison through the veins,
A cordial swift prepare;—
Bring back their own bright crimson glow
And the true circulating flow,
And mitigate despair?
Once more my pleadings I renew,
And with my parting breath I sue,
Goaded by potent pain.
By all the pangs of wasting life,
By gasping nature's chilling strife,
To gain one lingering view
Of thy fair aspect, mildly sweet.
And kiss from off thine airy feet
The healing drops of dew.
And with my parting breath I sue,
Goaded by potent pain.
By all the pangs of wasting life,
By gasping nature's chilling strife,
To gain one lingering view
Of thy fair aspect, mildly sweet.
And kiss from off thine airy feet
The healing drops of dew.
O bathe my burning temples now,
And cool the scorching of my brow.
And light the rayless eye;—
My strength revive with thine own might.
And with thy footsteps firm and light,
O bear me to thy radiant height,
Where, soft reposing, lie
Mild peace, and happiness, and joy,
And Nature's sweets that never cloy.
Unmixed with direful pain's alloy;—
Leave me not thus to die!
And cool the scorching of my brow.
And light the rayless eye;—
My strength revive with thine own might.
And with thy footsteps firm and light,
O bear me to thy radiant height,
Where, soft reposing, lie
Mild peace, and happiness, and joy,
And Nature's sweets that never cloy.
Unmixed with direful pain's alloy;—
Leave me not thus to die!
