And bow thy knee down for deliverance won!
Hast thou not pray’d for life? and wouldst thou not
Once more be free!
Ed. Have I not pray’d for life?
I, that am so beloved! that love again
With such a heart of tendrils? Heaven! thou know’st
The gushings of my prayer! And would I not
Once more be free? I that have been a child
Of breezy hills, a playmate of the fawn
In ancient woodlands from mine infancy!