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The Fear of Madness.
—Lucretia Maria Davidson.
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The Fear of Madness. —Lucretia Maria Davidson.
There is a something which I dread;
It is a dark, a fearful thing;
It steals along with withering tread,
Or sweeps on wild destruction's wing.
It is a dark, a fearful thing;
It steals along with withering tread,
Or sweeps on wild destruction's wing.
That thought comes o'er me in the hour
Of grief, of sickness, or of sadness;
'Tis not the dread of death,—'tis more,—
It is the dread of madness.
Of grief, of sickness, or of sadness;
'Tis not the dread of death,—'tis more,—
It is the dread of madness.
Oh! may these throbbing pulses pause,
Forgetful of their feverish course;
May this hot brain, which, burning, glows
With all a fiery whirlpool's force,
Forgetful of their feverish course;
May this hot brain, which, burning, glows
With all a fiery whirlpool's force,
Be cold, and motionless, and still,
A tenant of its lowly bed;
But let not dark delirium steal—
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A tenant of its lowly bed;
But let not dark delirium steal—
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