The Youthful Captive
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Title
The Youthful Captive
Description
Securely chained to the walls of stone,
Within a dungeon damp and low—
There ne'er was heard a triendly tone;
And sadness deep his features wore,
For darksome clouds his spirit o'er
As daylight faded in the west,
All peaceful was the captive's rest,
No gloomy thoughts pervade his breast,
To childhood's haunts and gliding streams,
When o'er him fell the silver gleam
Again his mother's voice he heard,
Sweet as the carol of a bird,
With music fraught each gentle word,
'Ere grief had swept his spirit o'er,
A father's care was his once more,
In his sweet dreams of untold bliss,
Too holy for a world like this,
Upon his check a sister's kiss
A brother's hand again he grasped,
Which in his own he firmly clasped,
Throughout joyous scenes again he passed,
With bounding beat and gladsome pride,
Once more he roamed the forest wide,
And climbed the rugged mountain's side,
Then he knew not of sorrow's tears,
And dreamed not life had griefs and fears
Within a dungeon damp and low—
There ne'er was heard a triendly tone;
A captive slept,
A youthful brow the captive bore,And sadness deep his features wore,
For darksome clouds his spirit o'er
Had rudely swept
As daylight faded in the west,
All peaceful was the captive's rest,
No gloomy thoughts pervade his breast,
Nor doubts—nor fears,
For back he wandered in his dreams,To childhood's haunts and gliding streams,
When o'er him fell the silver gleam
Of early years.
Again his mother's voice he heard,
Sweet as the carol of a bird,
With music fraught each gentle word,
His heart made light—
As in the blissful days of yore,'Ere grief had swept his spirit o'er,
A father's care was his once more,
And all seemed bright.
In his sweet dreams of untold bliss,
Too holy for a world like this,
Upon his check a sister's kiss
He felt impressed;
A brother's hand again he grasped,
Which in his own he firmly clasped,
Throughout joyous scenes again he passed,
And he was blest!
With bounding beat and gladsome pride,
Once more he roamed the forest wide,
And climbed the rugged mountain's side,
As oft before
He'd done in young, glad, light-winged years,Then he knew not of sorrow's tears,
And dreamed not life had griefs and fears
For him in store.
Creator
Ellesbo
Source
1:30, p. 1
Date
2.11.1860
Collection
Citation
Ellesbo, “The Youthful Captive,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/633.
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