Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
THE RANSOM.
While thus his wretched child doth bear
The day's long toil, the night's unrest,
By strangers pitied and oppressed,
How doth it with the father fare ?
We saw but lately, when his soul
Was dark with woe, God's angel roll
The stone of his dead hopes away,
And bid him rise to toil and pray !
And we, perchance, may find him still
Waiting upon his wonted hill.
Yes, there he stands, but not alone ;
A silent group is gathered near,
