Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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But the poor captive had no dreams
Like these. Far other were the themes
That fed his fancy, as he lay
Dreading yet longing for the day.
A vision of the night revealed
Ere sleep had once his eye-lids sealed —
As then undoubtingly he deemed —
And which so true, so life-like seemed,
Now with confusion clouds his brain —
He thinks it o'er and o'er again.
Robed, voiced like woman, it drew near
His side and bade him — "Be of cheer !
Nor longer mourn thy mother's fears,
For God hath dried her many tears !
The sunset of thy father's day
Thou yet may'st brighten — hope and pray !
Even here doth love still watch o'er thee.
With purpose strong to set thee free !"
