Love's music voice will never greet your ear;
Affection's eye will never meet your gaze;
Nor heart-warm hand of friend return your grasp;
But morn, and noon, and night, days, months, and years,
Will all be told in this one word—alone!
Prisoner, the world will leave you as the dead
Within your closing cell—your living tomb.
But One there is who pardons and protects,
And never leaves the penitent alone.
Oh, turn to Him, the Saviour! so your cell,