Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the flrst time, her first-born's breath; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke; Come in consumption's ghastly form,... American Classical Authors - Seite 77von Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 553 SeitenVollansicht
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...rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won ; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun. Come to the bridal chamber, Death, Come to the mother, when she feels, For the first time, her first-born's breath ; Come when the blessed seals That...