A Prayer, For A Young Lady Sick Poem by Henry Baker

A Prayer, For A Young Lady Sick



Fitter for the Bridal--Bed,
Than the cold and silent Grave,
Let Death take thousands in her stead,
But, O You Gods! Florinda save.

Hear Mankind's united Prayers,
Grant their Wishes, dry their Tears,
Send balmy Health to heal her Pain,
And raise her up, again to reign!

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