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“He rose not in this quarrel, he
“His Father and his Brothers wooed,
“Both for their own and Country’s good,
“To rest in peace—he did divide,
“He parted from them; but at their side
“Now walks in unanimity—
“Then peace to cruelty and scorn,
“While to the prison they are borne,
“Peace, peace to all indignity!”
“And so in Prison were they laid—
Oh hear me, hear me, gentle Maid !
For I am come with power to bless,
To scatter gleams through your distress
Of a redeeming happiness.
Me did a reverend pity move
And privilege of ancient love,
But most, compassion for your fate,
Lady! for your forlorn estate,
