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Article THE PRODIGAL'S BRIDE. ← Page 3 of 3
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The Prodigal's Bride.
Ever . Why knew we not of this ? Mai . There—there my folly—there , my weakness , guilt . I thought the peril pass ' d—hoped , ivith husbandry , To gather back the substance flung to knaves In hours of brainless riot , spendthrift waste ; Resolv'd to free me from a thousand snares—¦
By knaves invented , sanctified by rule , — To work deliv ' rance from a herd of things , That with man ' s image have the panther ' s heart : From all these meshes , all this hateful tribe Of money-sellers and the hounds of law , By whose contact my nature was dishonour'd ,
I thought myself escap'd : and , as a wretch , Long toiling thro' a dark and pois ' nous wood , The haunt of wild beasts , and abode of snakes , Bursts from the stifling gloom to healthful light , And stretch'd on some green knoll , surveys below
Gilded and gladden'd by the rising day , His new abiding-place , —a land of peace;—E ' en as his bosom throbs and melts with joy , And all his soul is very thankfulness , — Is at that instant captive in the jaws Of some fierce monster prowling from the wood
Whose ev ' ry harm the wretch deem'd far behind . Ev ' n thus did I think ev ' ry danger pass'd , Ev ' n thus this morning saw a prospect fair , Of golden promise , blooming , beautiful ; None fairer , brighter , could our poet feign When his rapt mind was flush'd with Paradise .
Ever . You ask a parting word ? You come to bid Farewell to Alice ? Mai . Such a beggar ' s pray ' r . Ever . Alice , you may speak with Master Malpas . Farewell . \ F . xit , led in by ALICE
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The Prodigal's Bride.
Ever . Why knew we not of this ? Mai . There—there my folly—there , my weakness , guilt . I thought the peril pass ' d—hoped , ivith husbandry , To gather back the substance flung to knaves In hours of brainless riot , spendthrift waste ; Resolv'd to free me from a thousand snares—¦
By knaves invented , sanctified by rule , — To work deliv ' rance from a herd of things , That with man ' s image have the panther ' s heart : From all these meshes , all this hateful tribe Of money-sellers and the hounds of law , By whose contact my nature was dishonour'd ,
I thought myself escap'd : and , as a wretch , Long toiling thro' a dark and pois ' nous wood , The haunt of wild beasts , and abode of snakes , Bursts from the stifling gloom to healthful light , And stretch'd on some green knoll , surveys below
Gilded and gladden'd by the rising day , His new abiding-place , —a land of peace;—E ' en as his bosom throbs and melts with joy , And all his soul is very thankfulness , — Is at that instant captive in the jaws Of some fierce monster prowling from the wood
Whose ev ' ry harm the wretch deem'd far behind . Ev ' n thus did I think ev ' ry danger pass'd , Ev ' n thus this morning saw a prospect fair , Of golden promise , blooming , beautiful ; None fairer , brighter , could our poet feign When his rapt mind was flush'd with Paradise .
Ever . You ask a parting word ? You come to bid Farewell to Alice ? Mai . Such a beggar ' s pray ' r . Ever . Alice , you may speak with Master Malpas . Farewell . \ F . xit , led in by ALICE