Before taking a dose
LIFE'S pathway to me is dreary;
I am ill, and cold, and weary;
Would my lonely walk were done,
And my heavenly race begun!
Once all things to me were bright,
Things that now seem dark as night:
Is the darkness all within?
Dark without from inward sin?
The present dark; eyes dim with age
Can see no joy, save memory's page.
The present, future, ne'er can be
Bright as the past they once did see.
My hair is turning quite grey now;
I see some wrinkles on my brow;
My teeth--they must be failing too,--
And corns are growing in my shoe.
I muffle up my aching face,
And pray from pangs a moment's grace.
Ah! now the misery seeks my head--
Would I were with the pangless dead!
There is a cure for pain and grief--
Come, Opium, come to my relief!
Soothed by the influence, I shall find
A moment's rest, and peace of mind.