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NIGHTMARES.

A dumb man struggling with the dark,
Straining to bawl, or sob, or scream,
The sullen anger of the stream
Choking him slowly hour by hour.
A blind slave in a distant land,
Hearing a voice not heard for years;
Striving to call through stifling tears,
For one to put in his—her hand.
A wretch that, like a mad dog's chased
With swords and torches—how he shrieks,
Finding the friendly door he seeks
Bolted and barred, and clamped and braced!
A miner hanging down a cleft,
The fire-damp spreading to his feet;
While round the pit-mouth rebels meet,
Ready to stab him to the heft.