THE DUNGEON.

    And thers made for man!

    the process of our love and wisdom,

    to eac us--

    Most innocent, per if guilty?

    Is the only cure? Merciful God?

    Eacural outlet shrivelld up

    By ignorance and parcy,

    ,

    And stagnate and corrupt; till co poison,

    t on ;

    tebanks--

    And t cure! uncomforted

    And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,

    And savage faces, at the clanking hour,

    Seen teams and vapour of his dungeon,

    By t! So he lies

    Circled ill his very soul

    Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed

    By sigy!

    itrations ture!

    tempered child:

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    ts,

    ters,

    till , and can no more endure

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    Amid trelsy;

    But, bursting into tears, wins back his way,

    healed and harmonized

    By t toucy.