Are witness’d by that red and struggling beam!
The fever’d patient, from his pallet low,
Through crowded hospital beholds its stream;
The ruin’d maiden trembles at its gleam,
The debtor wakes to thought of gyve and jail,
The lovelorn wretch starts from tormenting dream;
The wakeful mother, by the glimmering pale,
Trims her sick infant’s couch, and soothes his feeble wail.