When Sleeping Visions on his Fancy rose,
And Wonders on his troubled Spirit prest.
At first his Thoughts were all confused:
A fair young Slave was in his dream, 10
Who like himself did seem,
But whom he saw, now trusted, then accused—
One often tried and ever faithful found;
But still in Prison bound.
Anon, a City to his View arose;
Then a fair Dame, and then a Clank of Chains;