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Hither I come, at thy comir.and ; 

 Sister, sister, join thy hand ! 

 I will smooth the way for thee, 

 Thou shalt furnish food for me. 

 Come let us speed our way 

 Where the troops of spectres play. 

 To charnel houses, churchyards drear, 

 Where Death sits with a horrible Icrr, 

 A lasting grin on a throne of bones, 

 And sliim along the blue tombstones. 

 Come, let us speed away, 

 Lay our snares, and spread our tether I 

 I will smooth the way for thee, 

 Thou shalt furnish food for me ; 

 And the grass shall wave 

 O'er many a grave, 

 Where youth and beauty sleep together. 



CONSUMPTION. 



Come, let us speed our way ! 

 Join our hands, and spread our tether ! 

 I will furnish food for thee, 

 Thou shalt smooth the way for me, 

 And the grass shall wave 

 O'er many a grave, 

 Where youth and beauty sleep together. 



MELANCHOLY. 



Hist, sister, hist ! who comes here ? 

 Oh, I know her by that tear, 

 By that blue eye's languid glare, 

 By her skin, and by her hair ; 



She is mine. 



And she is thine. 

 Now the deadliest draught prepare. 



CONSUMPTION. 



In the dismal night air drest, 

 T will creep into her breast ; 



