Addressed
to
My
Brother
.
1805.
BROTHER
beloved
!
if
health
shall
smile
again
Upon
this
wasted
form
and
fevered
cheek
;
If
e'er
returning
vigour
bids
these
weak
And
languid
limbs
their
gladsome
strength
regain
;
Well
may
thy
brow
the
placid
glow
retain
Of
sweet
content
,
and
thy
pleased
eye
may
speak
Thy
conscious
self-applause
:
but
should
I
seek
To
utter
what
this
heart
can
feel
,
ah
!
vain
Were
the
attempt
!
Yet
,
kindest
friends
,
as
o'er
My
couch
ye
bend
,
and
watch
with
tenderness
The
being
whom
your
cares
could
e'en
restore
From
the
cold
grasp
of
death
;
say
,
can
you
guess
The
feelings
which
this
lip
can
ne'er
express
?
Feelings
deep
fixed
in
grateful
memory's
store
!