After a week of physical anguish,Unrest and pain, and feverish heat,Toward the ending day a calm and lull comes on,Three hours of peace and soothing rest of brain.*
*The two songs on this page are eked out during an afternoon, June, 1888, in my seventieth year, at a critical spell of illness. Of course no reader and probably no human being at any time will ever have such phases of emotional and solemn action as these involve to me. I feel them an end and close of all.
