No mortal sickness shall its anguish bring;
There shall be no last agony to dread;
No fever’d brain; no restless, aching head;
No bounding pulse; no deathlike shiv’ring chill;
No throbbing heart for death’s cold touch to still;
No curd’ling of the heart’s warm vital flood;
No heavy dulness o’er the eyes to brood;
No pallid faces stealing round my bed,
Fearing to rouse me by the softest tread;
No closing out the blessed light of day;