Fever
Pain
Ah. let the sweet angels
Dream.
Keep his eye lids on thy
Pillow,
Fever make us all thin and
Pale,
Dreams of our youths and in
our prime,
The fever takes hold yet again
To the loud howling winds and
rain
to sink back down on my pillow
Again.,
He is weak with fever and pain
Tis, to a deep deep sleep he is
mutter but so far away from here
Sunk and pale the spirit is so near
deep in pain from year to year
oh let me close my eyes to be clear
so doth recover And be a better place
Then here,
To rise up from the this stricken pain
And live this sweet life to see the world
Unwintry Atlantic sea again .
To all those who have been I'll and
In pain with cancer also all incurable
Deceases
