Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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FANCY.
Oh Fancy, what sweet offices, what brightAnd holy missions hast thou! 'tis thy power
That lights the damp and darkling dungeon's floor
As with a Heavenray, and by that light
The sad and sinking Prisoner calls to sight
The fresh, green Fields and Hills he wandered o'er
In happy boyhood, and the home no more
His Eyes shall look on; and in Fancy's Might
His clanking Chains fall off, his Heart is free,
Far 'bove the petty Spite and baffled Hate
Of his oppressors, and all memory
Of what he is, snatching from bitter fate
An hour of rapture: e'en the outward Eye
Sublimed, the Spirit helping to create!
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