POEMS.
95
THE FELON.
Oh! mark his wan and hollow cheeks, and mark his eye-balls glare!
And mark his teeth in anguish clenched, the anguish of despair!
Know, since three days [his penance done] yon Felon left a jail;
And since three days no food has past those lips so parched and pale.
And mark his teeth in anguish clenched, the anguish of despair!
Know, since three days [his penance done] yon Felon left a jail;
And since three days no food has past those lips so parched and pale.
