Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the first time, her first born's breath; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke; Come in consumption's ghastly form
FITZ GREENE HALLECK: _Marco Bozzaris._
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