And only flippant things admire;
Extravagance will oft too late,
Cause you to mourn a culprits fate.
The name of felon oft I hear,
That very name increase despair;
And as I now my fetters view,
I dread what shortly will ensue;
Methinks I hear the goaler say,
This day from her you go away;
From Britons happy peaceful shore,
My wife and home to see no more;
Till fourteen years are roll'd away,
I shall not see a happy day;
Oh should that happy time return,
Then will my heart with rapture burn;
At such a time my wife to view,
Would every care of life subdue;
My children to my arms I'd press,
And never more cause their distress;
Hope gently wispers to my heart,
That ere I long from you depart,
Those I have injured will obtain
A mandate to unloose the chain;
And as they view your wretched state,
They'll mourn an absent father's fate.
Seldom they ever sue in vain,
To our loved prince but mostly gain,
A respite from the pangs of grief,
Or gain an order for relief;
I've borne the unfeeling keen reproach,
Some said I longed to keep a coach;
That I in tendom oft did ride,
With all an upstarts sullen pride;
'Twas pride that led me to disgrace,
I took what I could not replace;
Had I a million, that I'd give,
With you in future for to live;
Oh! Hannah are you come again,
To sooth my woe and ease my pain;
Your cheeks I've furrowed with sad tears,
Come gentle hope dismiss those fears;
That do her tender frame distress,
Oh! God make Hannah's sufferings less.
My last of efforts unless prove,
My doom I find is fixed above;
No intercession can obtain,
A respite from this galling chain.
I'm doomed to waste some years away,
Far, far, from you upon the bay.
Oh keen distress with every ill,
Obtrude on me the bitter pill;
While life remains hope will divest
A gloomy thought tho' he's distress'd.
It feeds the wound yet known no cure,
And often makes us more indure;
Sometimes it lulls us into sleep,
And for a time our senses steep;
And like a pleasing dream obtain,
A short abatement from our pain;
Soon as it vanish from our view,
Our earthly troubles rise anew;
Till death unwelcome strikes his dart,
And ease the captives aching heart:
But oh! that awful coming day,
That every mortals crimes display;
What creatures shall we the