ST. GEORGE'S HOSPITAL,
HYDE-PARK CORNER.
These are familiar things, and yet how few
Think of this misery!—
I left the crowded street and the fresh day,
And entered the dark dwelling, where Death was
A daily visitant,—where sickness shed
Its weary languor o'er each fevered couch.
There was a sickly light, whose glimmer showed
Many a shape of misery: there lay
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