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lot, ! Tho' lowly kneeling, He fain would frame a prayer within his breast, Would fain intreat for some sweet breath of healing, That his sick body might have ease and rest; He strove in vain! the dull sighs from his chest Against his will the stifling load revealing. Tho' Nature forc'd; tho' like some captive Some royal prisoner at his conqueror's feast, An alien's restless mood but half concealing, The sternness on his gentle brow confest Sickness within and miserable feeling: Tho' obscure pangs made curses of his dreams, And dreaded sleep, each night repell'd in vain, Each night was scatter'd by its own loud screams: Yet never could his heart command, tho' fain, One deep full wish to be no more in pain.


 * That, which was his inward bliss and boast,

Which wan'd and died, yet ever near him stood, Errata