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Show 22 TILE LIBEllTY DELL. lie sees no UlOro fair Freedom's pains, Languishing in golden chains. Where his buried soul doth sleep, Widows bowed and orphans weep. His widowed wife and orphaned seed, Dowered and portioned with need, Starve in more than outward dearth, Starved their hearts and lone their hearth ; And his boyhood's friend uuheard Calis him from Want's dungeon barred. Who their anguish shall allay 1 Who shall roll the stone away 1 This soul, ere youth bad danced its round, Slumbered on the Enchanted Ground, All umnindful of the cost, Till the light of life was lost. Lulled with song of groves and streams, And syrens soft, to venomcd dreams, It laughing Folly hither bore ; And Habit straight made fast the doer. I'I:TRA i OR, A SONG OJo' TILE DESEilT. Then it woke ! It woke to see Tho blackness of its misery ! Woke to grope the wicrdly gloom Of a living-buried doom! Tiptoe prim Morality, In white large-bordcre(l garments, by, '\7hen for ruth and aid it cried, Passed it on the other side. llow it scours its evil lair, li'rigbtencd by the darkness there . Knocks and shrieks, poor soul 1 ~for day ! Who shall roll the stone away 1 Here- Nay, peace ! Thy task give o'er! Read, for I will hoar, no more! If it only serve to show These hidden things of shame and wo, Nor faintest thrill of hopo impart, Worse than vain thy boasted art 1 Seest thou mid these hideous glooms No spirits rising from their tombs? |