ON
THE
SUDDEN
DEATH
OF
A
YOUNG
GENTLEMAN
The
veil
of
night
was
drawn
aside
,
The
sky
was
beaming
red
;
In
youth
and
health's
luxuriant
pride
Ross
lightly
left
his
bed
.
He
call'd
his
dog
—
he
seiz'd
his
gun
—
He
flew
to
yonder
plain
,
Elated
with
the
rising
sun
,
But
ne'er
return'd
again
.
"
In
luck
,
"
—
he
cries
,
"
I've
shot
my
bird
"
—
He
stops
—
and
pants
for
breath
—
He
never
spoke
another
word
,
But
clos'd
his
eyes
in
death
.
An
Angel
mark'd
him
from
his
birth
;
And
,
when
the
doom
was
given
,
Did
crop
the
sweetest
bud
on
earth
To
bloom
and
blow
in
heaven
!