正文 THE CONVICT.

THE VICT.

The glory of evening read through the west;

--On the slope of a mountain I stood;

While the joy that precedes the calm season of rest

Rang loud through the meadow and wood.

"And must we then part from a dwelling so fair?"

In the pain of my spirit I said,

And with a deep sadness I turo repair

To the cell where the vict is laid.

The thick-ribbed walls that oershadow the gate

Resound; and the dungeons unfold:

I pause; and at length, through the glimmering grate,

That outcast of pity behold.

His black matted head on his shoulder is bent,

And deep is the sigh of his breath,

And with stedfast deje his eyes are i

Oters that link him to death.

Tis sorrow enough on that visage to gaze.

That body dismissd from his care;

Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays

More terrible images there.

His bones are ed, and his life-blood is dried,

With wishes the past to undo;

And his crime, through the pains that oerwhelm him, descried,

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