He hears unheeding, nor can speech endure,
But shivering gazes on the vast obscure:
We smiling pity, and by kindness show
We felt his feelings and his terrors know;
Then speak of comfort - time will give him sight,
Where now ’tis dark; where now ’tis woe - delight.
‘Have hope,’ we say, ‘and soon the place to thee
Shall not a prison but a castle be:
When to the wretch whom care and guilt confound,
The world’s a prison, with a wider bound;