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THE

PRISONER OF CHILLON, &c.

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ETERNAL spirit of the chainless mind !

Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,

For there thy habitation is the heart-
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consigned-

To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom,

Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.

VOL. VI.

B

Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,

And thy sad floor an altar—for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace

Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard !!—May none those marks efface !

For they appeal from tyranny to God.

THE

PRISONER OF CHILLON.

A FABLE.

1.

My hair is grey, but not with years,

Nor grew it white

In a single night, ? As men's have grown from sudden fears :

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