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VII.

A stifled hum of voices rose
As massy doors unbarr'd, unclose.
And now his arms are freed—his eyes
From their black shroud of darkness rise—
A narrow vault of rugged stone
In rude disorder round him thrown,
Let by a taper's dubious beam
That show'd like melancholy gleam,
The last pale ray of ebbing hope,
Confin'd th' unfetter'd vision's scope.