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SCG-C.733.055
21-28 Jul 1733:12 (80)
By a Person Recovered of a fit of Sickness.
At midnight when the fever rag'd,
By physick art still unasswag'd,
And tortur'd me with pain:
When most it scorch'd my aching head,
Like sulph'rous fire, or liquid lead,
And hiss'd through every vein.
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If joined in consort, with one voice
Angels at such a change rejoice,
I heard their joy exprest.
If there be musick in the spheres,
That musick struck my ravish'd ears,
And charm'd my soul to rest.
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