LINES IN ILLNESS.
GONE forever, we have parted;
Health will gladden ne'er again;
Desolate and weary-hearted,
Earthly wisdom all is vain.
Health, sweet in the distance smiling,
Promised one a nearer view;
Seldom now an hour beguiling,
Seldom does a gleam imbue.
Health will gladden ne'er again;
Desolate and weary-hearted,
Earthly wisdom all is vain.
Health, sweet in the distance smiling,
Promised one a nearer view;
Seldom now an hour beguiling,
Seldom does a gleam imbue.
And a dreadful weight is resting
On my heart and on my brain;
Crushing, every joy divesting,
O, this agonizing pain;
How this dreadful weight is pressing,
Pressing firm upon my heart;
Vanished every temporal blessing,
Health no more her joys impart.
On my heart and on my brain;
Crushing, every joy divesting,
O, this agonizing pain;
How this dreadful weight is pressing,
Pressing firm upon my heart;
Vanished every temporal blessing,
Health no more her joys impart.
Ah! beyond the bell is tolling,
I have heard the distant knell;
Billows round me now are rolling,
Who can fathom, who can tell
I have heard the distant knell;
Billows round me now are rolling,
Who can fathom, who can tell
