The wife, with anxious care, seeks to impart
Warmth to the clammy limbs; and gen’rous wine
And sav’ry broths their tonic power exert;
Kind sympathizing friends their efforts join,
And still to Heaven’s high King they look for aid divine.
XV.
’Tis now the midnight’s calm and holy hour,
When all the world is locked in sleep’s embrace,
The fairy steals within the tiny flower,
The nightingale sleeps in her resting place.