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The Lament Of The Captive.
THE LAMENT OF THE CAPTIVE .
BY SAVARICUS . A CAPTIVE many years I ' ve been , In dungeon cell , untried , unseen Except by gaoler , in whose face
No look of pity can I trace . What weary days , what lonely nights , Of waking dreams , of mental si ghts ! Thoughts all confused , mind all astray , Distressed , without one earthly stay . My soul so sad doth soar away On wings of thought , and these convey My fretful spirit to a land Where freedom reigns and takes its stand
0 , England dear ! 1 sigh for thee ; In this fair land , where none are free , My heart is faint—I feel forlorn , With deep despair my breast is torn . Oh ! that my captive voice was heard , And man to justice by it stirred ; My state when known would cause a sigh , And help to gain my liberty .
Some strange yet hopeful dreams of late Have soothed and softened clown my fate Complete their power and . magic spell—They fill my thoughts and with me dwell . I dreamt I left this dungeon dark ,
By angel led , and reached a bark ; With eagle swiftness our ship then flew , Well manned by strong and friendly crew Across the sea , and journey made Towards my home , beneath night ' s shade ; At morn I saw my native land , With loved ones gathered on the strand . This cheering sig ht to longing eyes Was joyful made by welcome cries .
At last I touched the well-known shore , And heard the distant breakers roar . Then , starting from my troubled sleep , I felt foul horrors o ' er me creep ;
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Lament Of The Captive.
THE LAMENT OF THE CAPTIVE .
BY SAVARICUS . A CAPTIVE many years I ' ve been , In dungeon cell , untried , unseen Except by gaoler , in whose face
No look of pity can I trace . What weary days , what lonely nights , Of waking dreams , of mental si ghts ! Thoughts all confused , mind all astray , Distressed , without one earthly stay . My soul so sad doth soar away On wings of thought , and these convey My fretful spirit to a land Where freedom reigns and takes its stand
0 , England dear ! 1 sigh for thee ; In this fair land , where none are free , My heart is faint—I feel forlorn , With deep despair my breast is torn . Oh ! that my captive voice was heard , And man to justice by it stirred ; My state when known would cause a sigh , And help to gain my liberty .
Some strange yet hopeful dreams of late Have soothed and softened clown my fate Complete their power and . magic spell—They fill my thoughts and with me dwell . I dreamt I left this dungeon dark ,
By angel led , and reached a bark ; With eagle swiftness our ship then flew , Well manned by strong and friendly crew Across the sea , and journey made Towards my home , beneath night ' s shade ; At morn I saw my native land , With loved ones gathered on the strand . This cheering sig ht to longing eyes Was joyful made by welcome cries .
At last I touched the well-known shore , And heard the distant breakers roar . Then , starting from my troubled sleep , I felt foul horrors o ' er me creep ;