In truth, the prison unto which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is: and hence to me,
In sundry moods ’twas pastime to be bound
Within the Sonnet’s scanty plot of ground;
Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be)
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
[A TOUR ROUND THE WORLD.]
By Mrs. JOSEPH COOK.