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THE CONSUMPTIVE. 103
THE CONSUMPTIVE. '.' Sister, remove that curtain towards the west,
And raise my head awhile, For I would see the sun sink down to rest,
With his departing smile.
" Perchance it is the last sweet sunset scene
That I shall gaze upon; My life has past, even like a short, sweet dream,
Its moments now have flown.
" 0, I had hoped to live, but fain would rest;
Those hopes have vanished now: Consumption's weariness is at my breast—
Its languor on my brow.
" Yes, I had hoped to live, for earth has charms
To hold my spirit here: Life has high prospects/youthful hopes are warm,
And all looks bright and clear.
" Yet, better far to leave a world of pain
Ere it shall gain our trust— Ere time has forged his strong and heavy chain
To bind our souls to dust.
" There's one sweet thought, my sister, of the past.
One thought of purest bliss That lingers with me, even to the last,
And yields a soothing peace—