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' When I am gone , among , them all . Divide it as U 4 ^; f . ' m eorry ' tis a sum so » $ aaJl—But God ble&s them and it ! s : ' 1 Mother , I feel , & * in a dream , My dark e ning senses reel Like moonlight on a troubled stream This cannot last , I fe& \ .
Yet it has lasted . Oh , how long This sick dream seems to me ! My God ! why is my weakness strong To bear such agony ? 'Tis sad to quit a world bo fair To warm young hearts like mine ; And , doom'd so early , hard to bear This heavy hand of thine .
The dim light sickens round my bed , Your looks seem sick with woe , The air feels sick , as o * er my head Its pan tings come and go . Oh , T am sick in ev ' ry limb , Sick , sick in ev ' ry vein ! My eyes and brain with sickness swim , My bones are sick with pain !
What is this weary helplessness ? This breathless toil for breath ? This tossing , aching weariness ? What is it ? It is Death ! The doctor shunn'd my eyes , and brook'd Few words from my despair ; But through and through his heart I look'd And saw my coffin there .
I , like a youngling from the nest , By rude hands torn away , "Would fain cling to my mother ' s breast , — But cannot , must not stay .
From her and hers , and our sweet home , My soul seems forced afar , O ' er frozen seas of sable foam , Through gloom without a star . I go where voice was never heard , Where sunbeam ne ' er was seen , Where dust beholds nor flow ' r nor bird , As if life ne ' er had been ! I go where Thomas went before ; I hear him sob " Prepare !" And I have borne what Thomas bore ; Who knows what he can bear ?