IN THE HOSPITAL.
How the wind yells on the Gulf and prairie!
How it rattles in the windows wide!
And the rats squeak like our old ship's rigging:
I shall die with the turn of tide.
How it rattles in the windows wide!
And the rats squeak like our old ship's rigging:
I shall die with the turn of tide.
I've had a rough life on the ocean,
And a tough life on the land;
Now I'm like a broken hulk in the dock-yard,—
I can't stir foot nor hand.
And a tough life on the land;
Now I'm like a broken hulk in the dock-yard,—
I can't stir foot nor hand.
There are green trees in the Salem graveyard;
By the meeting-house steps they grow.;
And there they put my poor old mother,
The third in the leeward row.
By the meeting-house steps they grow.;
And there they put my poor old mother,
The third in the leeward row.
There's the low red house on the corner,
With a slant roof and a well-sweep behind,
And yellow-headed fennel in the garden,—
How I see it when I go blind!
With a slant roof and a well-sweep behind,
And yellow-headed fennel in the garden,—
How I see it when I go blind!
