BY GEO. W. H. HARRISON.

In a cell of rock and iron,
Where remorse and shame environ,
Sat a convict sadly dreaming—
Dreaming of the days of yore.
Dreamed he of a land of flowers
Where, amid Love's smiling bowers,
He had spent such happy hours,
To memory ne'er so sweet before.
And he softly, fondly questioned:

"Shall I know such bliss once more?"
Hope made answer, "Yes, once more!"

In a home which love had founded,
Now by grief and care surrounded,
Sat a wife and mother, weeping,

Weeping for her prisoned swain.

Wept she o'er fate's mad endeavor,
That such loving hearts could sever,
With a blow, that seemed to never
Lose its agonizing pain;
And her cry arose to heaven:

"Father, shall we meet again?"
Mercy answered, "Once again."

Ope those doors of latticed iron,
Lift the clouds that now environ;
Faithfulness shall be rewarded—

Love the victory hath won.

Learn that I, your God, am heeding
Prayers that rise from hearts now bleeding,
And my hand is ever leading,

Tho' the clouds obscure the sun.

Bows my heart in adoration—

Shall my lips repeat Amen?
Hope and faith repeat! "Amen."