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TO SILVIO PELLICO.
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TO SILVIO PELLICO.
ON READING THE STORY OF HIS IMPRISONMENT.
Ah! who may guess, that yet was never tried,How fearful the temptation to reply
With wrong for wrong, yea fiercely to defy
In spirit, even though action is denied?
Therefore praise waits on thee, not drawn aside
By this strong lure of hell—on thee, whose eye
Being formed by love, could everywhere descry
Love, or some workings unto love allied.
And benediction on the grace that dealt
So with thy soul—and prayer, more earnest prayer,
Intenser longing than before we felt
For all that in dark places lying are,
For captives in strange lands, for them who pine
In depth of dungeon, or in sunless mine.
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