The Keepsake.

ON THE PORTRAITS OF

THE PRINCESS MARIE OF BADEN,

MARCHIONESS OF DOUGLAS,

AND THE EARL OF ANGUS.

BY HENRY F. CHORLEY.

PRISONED in towns, I look, as in a dream.
Without the cruel yearning slumber brings,
On the fair shows of foreign lake and stream,
And grasp the joy of their forbidden things.

Dwelling alone, without embittered mind.

That hates to see companionship more blest, In stranger homes society I find,

And in the sunshine of their life, my rest.

Thus thralled-in solitude-I am not all From human love and company exiled. 'Tis no mere picture mute upon the wall

I sing in this bright Lady and her Child :

But an old truth from Nature's gospel clear,

Saying to hearts by care in prison bound,— "Earth is no waste, while angels still appear;

Life not accursed, while their sweet voices sound."

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