And now to part we sadly must (while I'm immersed in prison dust).
But hoping, too, 'twill not be long ere you return with sweetest song. Adieu! Adieu!
Prisoners.
God pity the wretched prisoners
In their lonely cells today;
Whatever the sins that tripped them,
God pity them still, I say.
Only a strip of sunshine
Cleft by rusty bars:
Only a patch of azure,
Only a cluster of stars.