By fever, from polluted air incurred,
Ravage was made, for which no knell was heard.
Fondly we wished, and wished away, nor knew,
'Mid that long sickness, and those hopes deferr'd, 1798.]


[Variant 32:

1802.

But from delay the summer calms were past. 1798.]


[Variant 33:

1802.

We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep
Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep, 1798.]


[Variant 34:

Oh! dreadful price of being to resign
All that is dear _in_ being! better far
In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard, unwatched by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,