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 My tyrant husband forged the tale

 Which chains me in this dismal cell; My fate unknown my friends bewaIl- Oh! jaiior, haste that fate to tell Oh. haste my fathers heart to cheer! His heart at once twill geieve and glad, To know, though kept captive here, am not mad-I am not mad He smiles in scorn, and turns the key fie quits the grate l kneit in yain His gimm' ring lamp, still, still see, 'Tis gone-and all is gloom again. Cold, bitter cold-no warmth no light! Life, all thy comforts once had, Yet here Pm chained this freezing night! Although not mad! no, no not mad. Iris sure some dream! some vision vain! What I, the child of rank and wealth, Am the wretch who clanks this chain, Bereft of freedom, friends and health ? An. wbile dwell on blessings fled, Which never more my heart must glad, How aches my heart-how burns my mead; But 'tis not mad-no, 'tis not mad. Hast thou, nay child. forgot, ere this, A mothers face, mothers tongue? Shall lie CT forget yonr parting kiss, Nor round her neck how fast you clung Nor how with me you sued 10 stay,

 Nor how that suit your sire forbade; Nor how-I'H drive such thoughts away They'll make me mad-they' II make me

 mad.

 His rosy lips, how sweet they smiled His mild blue eyes, how bright they

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 None ever bore a lovelier child

 And art thou forever gone? And must l never see thee more,

 My pretty, pretty little lad toiH be free-uubar the door

 am not mad--I am not mad! o, hark--what mean those dreadful cries? His chain some furious mailman breaks; He comes-l see his glaring eyes,

 Now, now, my dungeon grate he shakes; Help-help! He's gone. Oh-fearful woe, Such screams to hear, such sights to sec; My brain, my brain--I know, know I ana not mad, but soon shuH be. Yes, soon--for To, yon while speak, Mark how yon demons eyeball's glare He sees me--now, with dreadful shriek, He whirls a serpent high in air Horror. the reptile strikes his tooth, Deep in my heart so crushed and sad! Aye, laugh, ye fends! feel the truth Your task is done--i'm mad! I'm mad!