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How soon Man's ray of science spent Dead in the

circling darkness falls ',— As the pale light to prisons lent Expires upon their murky walls.

The captive's lamp, that flickering shows His cell's dim vault and dusky floor, Flares in its socket to disclose The chain, the lock, the iron door.

The grate that mocks the wistful breath,

The lattice-bars in stern array,—

Level life's lurid walls, 0 Death !

And give the time-imprisoned Day ! J. S. D.