XXIX
But sit and watch from hour to hour
The slow decay of beauty and power,
And when the last faint trace is gone
To sit there still and still watch on,
XXX
While other men shall share my doom
And other souls within the tomb
Shall sit beside me dumb and pale
Forever in that fearful vale—
XXXI
With that, cold sweat ran down my face
I rose up straightway in my place
I lit my lamp, my Bible took
And sat to read the blessed Book.
XXXII
I turned the pages to and fro
Not knowing where to read, and so
Sat very still with tightened breath
Till I could catch that one word—“death”