For Annie by Gavin Friday Lyrics

Thank Heaven! the crisis-
The danger is past
And the lingering illness
Is over at last-
And the fever called "Living"
Is conquered at last

Sadly, I know
I am shorn of my strength
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length-
But no matter!-I feel
I am better at length

And I rest so composedly
Now, in my bed
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead-
Might start at beholding me
Thinking me dead
The moaning and groaning
The sighing and sobbing
Are quieted now
With that horrible throbbing
At heart:- ah, that horrible
Horrible throbbing!

The sickness- the nausea-
The pitiless pain-
Have ceased, with the fever
That maddened my brain-
With the fever called "Living"
That burned in my brain