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Rh Many had never wept before, From whom fast tears then gushed and fell: Many will relent no more, Who sobbed like infants then: aye, all Who thronged the prison's stony hall, The rulers or the slaves of law, Felt with a new surprise and awe That they were human, till strong shame Made them again become the same. The prison blood-hounds, huge and grim, From human looks the infection caught, And fondly crouched and fawned on him; And men have heard the prisoners say, Who in their rotting dungeons lay, That from that hour, throughout one day, The fierce despair and hate which kept Their trampled bosoms almost slept: When, like twin vultures, they hung feeding On each heart's wound, wide torn and bleeding, Because their jailors' rule, they thought, Grew merciful, like a parent's sway.

I know not how, but we were free: And Lionel sate alone with me, As the carriage drove thro' the streets apace; And we looked upon each other's face; And the blood in our fingers intertwined Ran like the thoughts of a single mind, As the swift emotions went and came Thro' the veins of each united frame. So thro' the long long streets we past Of the million-peopled City vast; Which is that desart, where each one