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Fraught with our foes!—What boots it to recall The strife, the tears? Once more a prison-wall Shuts the green hills and woodlands from my sight, And joyous glance of waters to the light, And thee, my Seymour, thee!

I will not sink! Thou, thou hast rent the heavy chain that bound thee; And this shall be my strength—the joy to think That thou mayst wander with heaven's breath around thee, And all the laughing sky! This thought shall yet Shine o'er my heart, a radiant amulet, Guarding it from despair. Thy bonds are broken, And unto me, I know, thy true love's token Shall one day be deliverance, tho' the years Lie dim between, o'erhung with mists of tears.