When trembling limbs refuse their weight,
And films, slow gathering, dim the sight,
And clouds obscure the mental light, —
'Tis nature's precious boon to die.
The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld (1825)
When trembling limbs refuse their weight,
And films, slow gathering, dim the sight,
And clouds obscure the mental light, —
'Tis nature's precious boon to die.
The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld (1825)