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FENELLA’S ESCAPE.
BY L. E. L.
Within the stately palace,
Within the stately room,
They kept the silent maiden
As it had been her tomb.
The birds that sing of summer
Went through the sunny air;
She watched them in the sunshine,
And wished she, too, were there.
At length she fled—the evening
Was darkening in the sky;
There was revel in the palace,
None mark'd the captive fly.
She fled, and found her brother
All lonely by their hearth:
He was thinking of his sister,
And of their former mirth.
She could not tell her story—
She had no words to tell;
But the shadow of her sorrow
Like night around her fell.
Her cheek and brow were alter'd
From their open look of yore,
Her eye was dim and downcast,
And her lip wore smiles no more.
He rose, and he avenged her,
That brother and there came
An after hour of triumph,
Atchieved in freedom’s name:
