Therefore praise waits on thee, not drawn aside

By this strong lure of hell—on thee whose eye

Being formed by love, could every where 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[4].

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TO THE SAME.

Songs of deliverance compassed thee about,

Songs

Long ere thy prison doors were backward flung:

When first thy heart to gentle thoughts was strung,

A song arose in heaven, an angel shout

For one delivered from the hideous rout,

That with defiance and fierce mutual hate

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