Tell that the blood has nearly ceas’d to flow;—
There is a strange sad look in every eye;—
The neighbors stand aside and whisper low;—
The Doctor comes, and with a deep drawn sigh,
He tells the startled wife that her dear love must die.
XXIII.
God help th’ afflicted one! the time had come
When she must bid delusive hope farewell;
God help her ’neath his stroke still to be dumb,
And open not her mouth; or if she tell