How flows thy being now? -- like some glad hymn One strain of solemn rapture? -- doth thine eye Wander through tears of voiceless feeling dim O'er the crowned Alps, that, 'midst the upper sky, Sleep in the sunlight of thine Italy? Or is thy gaze of reverent love profound Unto these dear, parental faces bound, Which, with their silvery hair, so oft glanced by, Haunting thy prison dreams? Where'er thou art, Blessings be shed upon thine inmost heart! Joy, from kind looks, blue skies, and flowery sod, For that pure voice of thoughtful wisdom sent Forth from thy cell, in sweetness eloquent, Of love to man, and quenchless trust in God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ONE GRAY HAIR by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE COUNTRY CHURCH by ELIZABETH BOGART FO'C'S'LE YARNS: 1ST SERIES. SPIES ALTERA; TO THE FUTURE MANX POET by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A ROMANCE OF THE GANGES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING QUATRAIN: MUSIC by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE BOROUGH: LETTER 16. INHABITANTS OF ALMS HOUSE. BENBOW by GEORGE CRABBE WAR IS KIND: 20 by STEPHEN CRANE |