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The Captive King

By Dr. Wolcot

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THE CAPTIVE KING.

BY DR WOLCOT RECIT. MR INGLEDON.

Dead is the dream of life that calm'd my care,
And dim'd the beam of hope that charm'd despair!
Yet let my soul be firm, —pass one short hour,
And Louis scorns the arm of ruffian Pow'r!
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N.B. The stanzas with inverted commas are omitted in the Performance.

SONG.

Adieu, thou PARTNER of my Woes,
Where spectred SILENCE reigns around;
And nought awakes the dread repose,
But moans that deep with horror sound.
“No more these walls my grief shall hear,
“And to a captive KING reply;
“Where morning rose upon his tear,
“And night descended on the sigh.
“Forbear, my Love, those drops to shed,
“And joy to think my woes shall cease:
“Lo! when the Vale of Death I tread,
“I wander from the Storm to Peace!
Ye too, my idol Babes, farewell!
Like me, whose tender forms may bleed;
The gloomy crimes of Murder swell,
While Nature shudders at the deed.
Yet know, we only fall to rise,
And start to glory from the dust;
To claim alliance with the skies,
The sacred refuge from th' unjust!
My SPIRIT, lo! for Your's shall wait:
Together will we seek that shore,
Where SORROW dies, and ruthless FATE
Can give the parting pang no more!

CHORUS

Go, injur'd KING, with Seraphs shine,
Behold, a brighter crown is thine!
And see appear with glad'ned eyes,
A host to hail thee midst the skies!