Addressed to My Brother

Brother beloved! if health shall smile again Upon this wasted form and fevered cheek; If e'er returning vigour bids these weak And languid limbs their gladsome strength regain; Well may thy brow the placid glow retain Of sweet content, and thy pleased eye may speak Thy conscious self-applause: but should I seek To utter what this heart can feel, ah! vain Were the attempt! Yet, kindest friends, as o'er  My couch ye bend, and watch with tenderness The being whom your cares could e'en restore From the cold grasp of death; say, can you guess The feelings which this lip can ne'er express? Feelings deep fixed in grateful memory's store!