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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475876" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Dream of Freedom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas night, and the moonbeams palely fell <br>On the gloomy walls of a cheerless cell, <br>Where a captive sought a brief repose <br>From the bitter pangs of his waking woes. <br>O'er the dark blue waves the mighty deep <br>His spirit roamed in the dream of sleep, <br>To each well-loved spot of his native shore, <br>Where joyous he roved in the days of yore. <br>But o'er each scene a shadow threw <br>A gloom that never used to be, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All seemed so real, yet so untrue <br>To things once dear to memory. <br>The hill-side seemed a prison wall <br>That, grimly frowning, pained the eye; <br>The old oak-tree, with branches tall, <br>Looked like a gibbet 'gainst the sky. <br>Each face familiar once seemed now <br>A gaoler-face with a stony stare <br>A mark was set on each fair brow, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in each voice were tones of care. <br>Thus mingled in the dreamer's brain <br>The present with the olden time, <br>Life's pleasant things with those of pain <br>And guiltless days with days of crime. <br>On, on in dream by lofty hill, <br>Through forest and o'er stormy wave, <br>He wandered; but he only still <br>Beheld a world of fettered slaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw a king surnamed the Great,<br>Who ruled the nations by his nod; <br>To billions his one word was fate -<br>He was a kind of demi-god. <br>He sat upon a lofty throne <br>A monarch, with a monarch's mien, <br>Earth's fairest forms were all his own, <br>And untold wealth was his I ween. <br>In the battlfield his arm was might <br>And his kingly heart was firm and brave; <br>But he knew not the charm of freedom's light. <br>For he was ambition's willing slave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he turned from the monarch's throne to gaze <br>On a lonely cot in a peaceful dell, <br>Which lit by the sun's departing rays, <br>Seemed a home of bliss where no woe could dwell. <br>At the cottage door, with locks of white, <br>An old man gazed on the western sky, <br>And watched the sun's declining light <br>As it slowely sank from his haggard eye. <br>Alas! His spirit even there, <br>Where all around was bright and fair, <br>Was firmly bound to each crime-stained hour <br>By vivid mem'ry's haunting power, <br>While conscience o'er the sea of time <br>A lurid shade of darkness cast, <br>And conjured up the deeds of crime <br>That chained him to a guilty past. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the captive's dream of fancy wild, <br>He looked no more on the man of care; <br>His gaze was fixed on a beauteous child <br>Who knelt at its mother's feet in prayer. <br>Its little hands were clasped - its eyes <br>Uplifted were to paradise; <br>Its simple words of faith and love <br>Were registered in heaven above; <br>Recorded there with angels' tears <br>As they wept o'er the hopes the mother built, <br>For they looked through the vista of the coming years, <br>And saw it fettered to future guilt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And next he saw a youthful pair, <br>A gallant youth and maiden fair, <br>Reclining in a vine wreathed bower <br>At evening's calm and gentle hour. <br>Their words were such as lovers speak <br>When none are near; and on her cheek <br>The blushes deepened while he knelt <br>And poured out all his passion felt, <br>And not in vain. Then surely they <br>Were happy as a summer-day? <br>Ah! No, for happiness is twin <br>To purity of life and soul; <br>And those who only love in sin <br>Must wander widely from the goal. <br>The flowers that scented the ev'ing air, <br>The stars that gleamed from their home above, <br>Shed pitying tears for the guilty pair, <br>For they were the slaves of unholy love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he turned from the things of earth to gaze <br>On the regions of immortality, <br>Where seraphs chanted their songs of praise, <br>And every tongue was tuned in joy, <br>Where countless thousands, clothed in white, <br>To angel-harps sang 'We are free, <br>And all who enter these realms of light <br>From sin and sorrow shall be as we. <br>Here freedom's waters bright and fair, <br>Flow undimmed by a single care; <br>And all who taste of the crystal tide <br>Of the stream of life that for ever flows, <br>Can never again be to sin allied, <br>And is free forever from earthly woes.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas now the drear-toned prison bell<br>Loud-echoed through the captive's cell. <br>He rose - the vision of the night <br>Again was present to his sight. <br>He knelt -with fervency he prayed; <br>Through faith in Christ, his sins forgiven, <br>The narrow boundary of the grave <br>Should be the vestibule of Heaven, <br>Where, disenthralled from all below, <br>He'd dwell beyond the starry sky, <br>Free from the pains of earthly woe, <br>In never-ending liberty!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Owen+Suffolk">Owen Suffolk</a><div class=q>
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On the gloomy walls of a cheerless cell, 
Where a captive sought a brief repose 
From the bitter pangs of his waking woes. 
O'er the dark blue waves the mighty deep 
His spirit roamed in the dream of sle..."></div>
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