He sits alone in a darkened room
Alone in the fading light.
Why is his brow so heavy with gloom,
And his cheeks so deadly white?
But though his heart is sick with care
His courage never blenches,
His eyes are fixed in a glassy stare;
What's this his firm hand clenches?
"A little courage," he murmurs, "yes,
A little and all is won:
A choking gurgle, more or less -
A gasp, and the deed is done.
Without a shudder, er eyelid wink -
Ah! it makes the heart recoil,
That he could so easily, calmly drink,
A dose of castor oil!