Herself a light that on the sufferer gleamed —
As if the day-star of celestial Hope
Serenely through his grated window beamed.
The eye, whose intellectual ray obscured,
Had fixed on vacancy its soulless stare,
Grew lucid from a spirit reassured
In faith and trust, through Mercy’s brooding care.
The ear, that only jarring sounds had heard,
Now, listening to Love’s heavenly dialect,
Was moved, as when an exile’s heart is stirred