WHERE, lake reflected, Chillon's turrets shine, Where treacherous pitfall lin'd with spike and blade, Beam, ring and pillar lurk in dreary shade, Of faith and hope, mark one enduring sign; Though faint, the eye may scan each lingering line, Trac'd by some hand which galling chain o'erlaid: The dying Saviour on the cross pourtray'd, Converts that cell into a holy shrine. Nor lone, nor friendless, such a captive deem, Fill'd with His image, whose abiding love To him was father, brethren, kindred, all! And still, while gazing on the narrow gleam Of azure sky, seen through the grated wall, Hope pointed heavenward to his home above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 4. THE MOON'S ORCHESTRA by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER I SIT AND LOOK OUT by WALT WHITMAN PLAYING IT SAFE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SENTINEL; TO MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |