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Article THE LAMENT OF THE CAPTIVE. ← Page 2 of 2
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The Lament Of The Captive.
The waves beneath my stone-bound cage Were lashed to fury ' s toil and rage . 'Twas but their beating ' gainst the rock With hissing sound that did me shock .
Awake , I think of dire distress Caused by the sea , so merciless . And yet I know for wealth and power The clanger ' s braved at over hour . Oh ! happy those who thus ^ are free To plough with pride the boundless sea
When first I left my native Isle , A traveller , time to beguile , My limbs were free , and gay my mind , Intent on pleasure here to find . But in this land , tho' fair the clime , A manly speech is called a crime ; A despot's power the people feel , And crushing laws enforced by steel .
In wand ' ring o ' er this sunny laud I met a brave—a patriot baud , Whose noble daring and just claim Inspired my soul in freedom ' s name . In simple strains I penned their wrong" Ah ! woe is me , " for this one song ; In sorrow now I know too well , 'Tis treason here the truth to tell .
In England , happy , brave , and free , The people fear no harsh decree ; There any one with voice or pen May sympathise with fellow men . No dungeons there State victims keep , For friends betrayed no dear ones weep ; In English prisons filled by crime ,
The clay for freedom conies in time ; And docile pilsners fully prove , That kindness can the hardened move . But here , alas , is dark despair , And none to hear a captive ' s prayer ; E ' en I wdio have no crime committed , Must linger on , unheard , unpitied .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Lament Of The Captive.
The waves beneath my stone-bound cage Were lashed to fury ' s toil and rage . 'Twas but their beating ' gainst the rock With hissing sound that did me shock .
Awake , I think of dire distress Caused by the sea , so merciless . And yet I know for wealth and power The clanger ' s braved at over hour . Oh ! happy those who thus ^ are free To plough with pride the boundless sea
When first I left my native Isle , A traveller , time to beguile , My limbs were free , and gay my mind , Intent on pleasure here to find . But in this land , tho' fair the clime , A manly speech is called a crime ; A despot's power the people feel , And crushing laws enforced by steel .
In wand ' ring o ' er this sunny laud I met a brave—a patriot baud , Whose noble daring and just claim Inspired my soul in freedom ' s name . In simple strains I penned their wrong" Ah ! woe is me , " for this one song ; In sorrow now I know too well , 'Tis treason here the truth to tell .
In England , happy , brave , and free , The people fear no harsh decree ; There any one with voice or pen May sympathise with fellow men . No dungeons there State victims keep , For friends betrayed no dear ones weep ; In English prisons filled by crime ,
The clay for freedom conies in time ; And docile pilsners fully prove , That kindness can the hardened move . But here , alas , is dark despair , And none to hear a captive ' s prayer ; E ' en I wdio have no crime committed , Must linger on , unheard , unpitied .