TO ———, DURING HIS ILLNESS.
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Thy strength of soul has made thee conqueror
In every mortal strife. Oh struggle now
With the last enemy! Ah, well I know
That thou, whose tones were never breathed in vain,
Canst, by their deep, enchanting music, win
The angel health back to thy life once more.
In every mortal strife. Oh struggle now
With the last enemy! Ah, well I know
That thou, whose tones were never breathed in vain,
Canst, by their deep, enchanting music, win
The angel health back to thy life once more.
Louisville, 1852.
THE END.
