In our hearts we oft despair as we linger in this lair—
Not for long tho' when we've seen—Father Elijah and Mary, his Queen!
A Prison Vision.
BY GEO. W. H. HARRISON.
'Tis midnight in these prison walls,
And even the sentry's muffled tread
Sepulchral sounds, as if he trod
The silent confines of the dead.
In vain I close my weary eyes,
I cannot sleep tonight;