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LOOK on him through his dungeon grate	A
Feebly and cold the morning light	B
Comes stealing round him dim and late	A
As if it loathed the sight	B
Reclining on his strawy bed	C
His hand upholds his drooping head	C
His bloodless cheek is seamed and hard	D
Unshorn his gray neglected beard	E
And o'er his bony fingers flow	F
His long dishevelled locks of snow	F
No grateful fire before him glows	G
And yet the winter's breath is chill	H
And o'er his half clad person goes	G
The frequent ague thrill	H
Silent save ever and anon	F
A sound half murmur and half groan	F
Forces apart the painful grip	I
Of the old sufferer's bearded lip	I
Oh sad and crushing is the fate	A
Of old age chained and desolate	J
Just God why lies that old man there	K
A murderer shares his prison bed	C
Whose eyeballs through his horrid hair	K
Gleam on him fierce and red	C
And the rude oath and heartless jeer	L
Fall ever on his loathing ear	M
And or in wakefulness or sleep	N
Nerve flesh and pulses thrill and creep	N
Whene'er that ruffian's tossing limb	O
Crimson with murder touches him	O
What has the gray haired prisoner done	F
Has murder stained his hands with gore	P
Not so his crime's a fouler one	F
God made the old man poor	Q
For this he shares a felon's cell	R
The fittest earthly type of hell	R
For this the boon for which he poured	S
His young blood on the invader's sword	S
And counted light the fearful cost	T
His blood gained liberty is lost	U
And so for such a place of rest	V
Old prisoner dropped thy blood as rain	F
On Concord's field and Bunker's crest	V
And Saratoga's plain	F
Look forth thou man of many scars	W
Through thy dim dungeon's iron bars	W
It must be joy in sooth to see	X
Yon monument upreared to thee	X
Piled granite and a prison cell	R
The land repays thy service well	R
Go ring the bells and fire the guns	Y
And fling the starry banner out	Z
Shout 'Freedom ' till your lisping ones	Y
Give back their cradle shout	Z
Let boastful eloquence declaim	A2
Of honor liberty and fame	A2
Still let the poet's strain be heard	B2
With glory for each second word	B2
And everything with breath agree	X
To praise 'our glorious liberty '	C2
But when the patron cannon jars	W
That prison's cold and gloomy wall	D2
And through its grates the stripes and stars	W
Rise on the wind and fall	D2
Think ye that prisoner's aged ear	M
Rejoices in the general cheer	L
Think ye his dim and failing eye	E2
Is kindled at your pageantry	X
Sorrowing of soul and chained of llmb	A2
What is your carnival to him	A2
Down with the law that binds him thus	F2
Unworthy freemen let it find	G2
No refuge from the withering curse	H2
Of God and human kind	G2
Open the prison's living tomb	A2
And usher from its brooding gloom	A2
The victims of your savage code	I2
To the free sun and air of God	J2
No longer dare as crime to brand	K2
The chastening of the Almighty's hand	K2

John Greenleaf Whittier

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