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Heavily iron chain and barrier fell, Ere she could reach the prisoner's midnight cell. They grated on her very heart. At last She saw in his misery cast Abject upon the ground:—not her strange tread Brought aught to make him raise his bow'd down head. She gazed upon him:—has it come to this, Her passionate love, her youth's long dream of bliss? She felt her frame convulsed, her pulse grow weak: ", O ! hear me speak." He started at her voice:—"! I did not merit this from thee indeed; And yet thy name was heavy on my heart: I pray thee pardon me before we part."