The poetical remains of William Sidney Walker ... Edited with a memoir of the author by the Rev. J. Moultrie |
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'TIS SAD WHEN SICKNESS. |
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'TIS SAD WHEN SICKNESS.
'Tis sad when sickness loads the frame;
When kind ones look distrust and blame;
When worldly cares are pressing still;
And heaven is dark, and earth is chill.
When kind ones look distrust and blame;
When worldly cares are pressing still;
And heaven is dark, and earth is chill.
But oh! it is a deeper pain
To know, our best resolves are vain,—
Our cold, half-love of Truth and Right
Too weak to nerve us in the fight!
To know, our best resolves are vain,—
Our cold, half-love of Truth and Right
Too weak to nerve us in the fight!
Oh Right! oh Truth! in power come down,
And make our feeble hearts your own;
To think that we are yours, will be
A joy in deepest misery!
And make our feeble hearts your own;
To think that we are yours, will be
A joy in deepest misery!
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