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Written in Sickness.
Brother, belov'd if health shall smile again, / Upon this wasted form and fever'd cheek:
If e'er returning vigour bid these weak / And languid limbs their gladsome strength regain, / Well may thy brow the placid glow retain / Of sweet content and thy pleas'd eye may speak / The conscious self applause, but should I seek / To utter what this heart can feel, -- Ah! vain / Were the attempt! Yet kindest friends while o'er / My couch ye bend, and watch with tenderness / The being whom your cares could e'en restore, / From the cold grasp of Death, say can you guess / The feelings which these lips can ne'er express?
Feelings, deep fix'd in grateful memory's store.