On my Recovery. Mary Chandler Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T63103 Chandler, Mary, 1687-1745. The Description Of Bath. A Poem. Humbly Inscribed To Her Royal Highness the Princess Amelia. By Mrs. Mary Chandler. The Third Edition. To which are added, Several Poems by the same Author [poems only]. London Printed for James Leake, Bookseller in Bath 1736 pp. 63-64. 77p.

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On my Recovery . God of my Life and lengthen'd Days ! To Thee my Breath I owe . Teach me my grateful Voice to raise , In Sounds that sweetly flow . When sinking to the silent Grave , My Spirits dy'd away ; Thy quick'ning Word new Vigour gave , Thy Voice commands my Stay . In my Distress to Thee I cry'd , When tossing in my Bed ; Thou sent'st thy Mercy to my Aid , And eas'd my aking Head . Thou bidd'st the vital Current flow In a less rapid Tide ; My dancing Pulse beat calm and low , And fev'rish Heats subside . Thou lend'st to my Physician Skill , Right Med'cines to apply ; And my Disease obey'd thy Will , The painful Symptoms die . That Life , which thou hast longer spar'd , I would devote to Thee . O let thy Spirit be my Guard , Till I thy Face shall see !