With Slav’ry in his gloomy cell,
More blest the captive in the mine,
Than he for whom the metals shine.
But no—thy haunt cannot be there
Th’ abode of pining misery,
Where the sad bosom of despair
Heaves with unpity’d agony——
Nor, wanton, dost thou love to sport,
In pleasure’s gay delusive court—
Over the gem-imbossed vase,