Sonnet To Consumption

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Title:     Sonnet To Consumption
Author: Henry Kirk White [More Titles by White]

Gently, most gently, on thy victim's head.
Consumption, lay thine hand!--let me decay
Like the expiring lamp, unseen, away,
And softly go to slumber with the dead.
And if 'tis true what holy men have said,
That strains angelic oft foretell the day
Of death to those good men who fall thy prey,
O let the aerial music round my bed,
Dissolving sad in dying symphony,
Whisper the solemn warning in mine ear;
That I may bid my weeping friends good-by
Ere I depart upon my journey drear:
And, smiling faintly on the painful past,
Compose my decent head, and breathe my last.

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Henry Kirk White's poem: Sonnet To Consumption

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