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THE YELLOW FEVER.
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O! for one pure, one balmy breath,
To cool the sufferer's brow in death;
O! for one wandering breeze of heaven;
O that one moment's rest were given!
'Tis past; and hushed the victim's prayer;
The spirit was—but is not there!