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The Rescue.
THE RESCUE .
A Sequel to the "Lament of the Captive . " BY SAYARICUS . LET sceptics doubt the power of prayer , Their hts vanish in the air
thoug may , For deep within the breast cloth dwell A solemn faith—a sacred spell . The Captive in his lonely cell Can feel a Presence Avith him dwell : When most depressed by hopes and fears
A fervent prayer his spirit cheers . Though sad his lot , ancl hard his doom , A something lights the dungeon gloom ; His soul enwrapt fast soars away On wings of joy to endless day . The scenes of bliss in dreams he sees Impart relief to his d-is-ease ; Confined and fettered though he be , His mind—his soul- —is ever free .
By Statesman passing through the land The tale was heard , he quickly plann'd To set aside the harsh decree , And thus to make the captive free . To tyrant King he forthwith went , On Mercy ' s errand firmly bent ,
And hearing claimed to state the case He deemed unjust , brutal , and base . The King in Council swiftly sat , And passed the time iu peevish chat ; An Englishman of high degree He felt in duty bound to see .
The Statesman soon confronted King , His words of truth were like a sting ; The Captive-victim ' s case he urged , And freedom gained ere he emerged .
Oh ! let the captive gladly sing , A few short hours deliv ' rance bring ; His earnest prayer is answered now , And dark clouds leave his chastened brow The news hath spread from town to town , Of England's power and vast renown ;
Blest isle of earth , whose sous are brave , Triumphant may her flag e ' er wave . All honour give the man whose heart , Was prompt to play so good a part ; At home , abroad , the English try To put down wrong and tyranny .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Rescue.
THE RESCUE .
A Sequel to the "Lament of the Captive . " BY SAYARICUS . LET sceptics doubt the power of prayer , Their hts vanish in the air
thoug may , For deep within the breast cloth dwell A solemn faith—a sacred spell . The Captive in his lonely cell Can feel a Presence Avith him dwell : When most depressed by hopes and fears
A fervent prayer his spirit cheers . Though sad his lot , ancl hard his doom , A something lights the dungeon gloom ; His soul enwrapt fast soars away On wings of joy to endless day . The scenes of bliss in dreams he sees Impart relief to his d-is-ease ; Confined and fettered though he be , His mind—his soul- —is ever free .
By Statesman passing through the land The tale was heard , he quickly plann'd To set aside the harsh decree , And thus to make the captive free . To tyrant King he forthwith went , On Mercy ' s errand firmly bent ,
And hearing claimed to state the case He deemed unjust , brutal , and base . The King in Council swiftly sat , And passed the time iu peevish chat ; An Englishman of high degree He felt in duty bound to see .
The Statesman soon confronted King , His words of truth were like a sting ; The Captive-victim ' s case he urged , And freedom gained ere he emerged .
Oh ! let the captive gladly sing , A few short hours deliv ' rance bring ; His earnest prayer is answered now , And dark clouds leave his chastened brow The news hath spread from town to town , Of England's power and vast renown ;
Blest isle of earth , whose sous are brave , Triumphant may her flag e ' er wave . All honour give the man whose heart , Was prompt to play so good a part ; At home , abroad , the English try To put down wrong and tyranny .