Prisoners.

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God pity the wretched prisoners
In their lonely cells today;

Whatever the sins that tripped them,
God pity them still, I say.

Only a strip of sunshine
Cleft by rusty bars:

Only a patch of azure,
Only a cluster of stars.

Once they were little children,
And perhaps their wayward feet

Were led by a gentle mother
Toward the golden street.

Therefore, if in life's forest
They since have lost their way.

Whatever the sins that tripped them,
God pity them still, I say.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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