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Prisons.

Yet, gentle power, thy absence I bewail,
When seen the dank, dark regions of a gaol;
When found alike in chains and night enclos'd,
The thief detected, and the thief suppos'd!
Sure, the fair light and the salubrious air
Each yet-sus pected prisoner might share.
—To lie, to languish in some dreary cell,
Some loathed hold, where guilt and horror dwell,
Ere yet the truth of seeming facts be tried,
Ere yet their country's sacred voice decide,
Britain, behold thy citizens expos'd,
And blush to think the Gothic age unclos'd!