THE PRISON. A VISION. I PASS'D a studded door and enter'd in Through alleys dark; when from a dungeon-room Came sounds of desperate and fantastic din, Through pestilential air and murkiest gloom. Sudden I mingled with a savage crowd Who cunning laugh'd, or fix'd a shameless stare; Their mirth was lewd and blasphemous and loud; It had the scorn and courage of despair. And some there were of woman's gentle mein, Who reel'd in frontless riot, strange to see; And boys, with eyes of innocence, were seen D The horror of the scene upon me fell, So that a trance enwrapt my senses round; But when I waked from this appalling spell, The spot I trod was changed to holy ground. The crowd were present, but no more the same; The gale breathed fresh, the sunshine pour'd its day; Hush'd voices murmur'd low, and saddening shame Had tinged the cheeks that with excess were gay. The hum of industry was heard around, The ORACLE OF LIFE was open spread; The boy hung docile o'er th' enlightening sound, And harden'd vice awoke as from the dead. Though not a heaven, it seem'd a heaven-like place, Gladden'd with hope, by penitence refined: And, looking up, I saw an ANGEL's face, And bless'd the SISTER * who redeem'd her kind. * Eliza Fry. SONNET I. ON THE CHURCH OF ST. MARY REDCLIFF. TOWER! that like some old pyramid dost rear August thy massive pile, which lightning strook In days of yore, while rolls this earthy sphere The ages of mankind shall on thee look. For he, that pacing lone the river-mead, Watch'd the sun's glory, that around thee shone, Oh wonderous boy! thy mortal slumber take SONNET II. ON LINLITHGOW CASTLE. LINLITHGOW! Melancholy loves thy halls Oh dreariest solitudes! your silence deep Sinks in the heart with noiseless step I pass Of Mary's bleeding wrongs: for she was born As was her destiny: the owl his flight Takes from its ivied battlement: the trees, Darkening the ruffled lake, sigh to the passing breeze. |