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Sad solitary Thought who keep'st thy vigils	A
Thy solemn vigils in the sick man's mind	B
Communing lonely with his sinking soul	C
And musing on the dubious glooms that lie	D
In dim obscurity before him thee	E
Wrapt in thy dark magnificence I call	F
At this still midnight hour this awful season	G
When on my bed in wakeful restlessness	H
I turn me wearisome while all around	I
All all save me sink in forgetfulness	H
I only wake to watch the sickly taper	J
Which lights me to my tomb Yes 'tis the hand	K
Of death I feel press heavy on my vitals	H
Slow sapping the warm current of existence	H
My moments now are few the sand of life	L
Ebbs fastly to its finish Yet a little	M
And the last fleeting particle will fall	F
Silent unseen unnoticed unlamented	K
Come then sad Thought and let us meditate	K
While meditate we may We have now	N
But a small portion of what men call time	O
To hold communion for even now the knife	L
The separating knife I feel divide	K
The tender bond that binds my soul to earth	P
Yes I must die I feel that I must die	K
And though to me has life been dark and dreary	E
Though Hope for me has smiled but to deceive	Q
And Disappointment still pursued her blandishments	H
Yet do I feel my soul recoil within me	E
As I contemplate the dim gulf of death	R
The shuddering void the awful blank futurity	K
Ay I had planned full many a sanguine scheme	S
Of earthly happiness romantic schemes	H
And fraught with loveliness and it is hard	K
To feel the hand of Death arrest one's steps	H
Throw a chill blight o'er all one's budding hopes	H
And hurl one's soul untimely to the shades	H
Lost in the gaping gulf of blank oblivion	G
Fifty years hence and who will hear of Henry	E
Oh none another busy brood of beings	H
Will shoot up in the interim and none	G
Will hold him in remembrance I shall sink	T
As sinks a stranger in the crowded streets	H
Of busy London Some short bustle's caused	K
A few inquiries and the crowds close in	U
And all's forgotten On my grassy grave	V
The men of future times will careless tread	K
And read my name upon the sculptured stone	W
Nor will the sound familiar to their ears	H
Recall my vanish'd memory I did hope	X
For better things I hoped I should not leave	Q
The earth without a vestige Fate decrees	H
It shall be otherwise and I submit	K
Henceforth oh world no more of thy desires	H
No more of hope the wanton vagrant Hope	X
I abjure all Now other cares engross me	E
And my tired soul with emulative haste	K
Looks to its God and prunes its wings for heaven	G

Henry Kirk White

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