English poem
SONG. (Who to my wounds a balm advises)
by Anonymous
Who to my wounds a balm advises, But little knows what I endure; The patient's pain to torture rises When medicine's try'd and fails to cure.
What can the wisest council teach me, But sad remembrance of my grief? Alas! your kindness cannot reach me, It gives but words—I ask relief.
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