THE CONVICT.

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Frenzied by the destroying curse of drink,
In fury uncontrolled I struck him down;
The insult was bitter, and I went mad—insane—
And with one fell blow slew him, and fled the town.
In a moment I was sobered, and realized
The awful deed my savage hand had done,
And a dreadful terror on my senses fell;
Before arrest, stern punishment had begun.
Oh! the horror of that moment when I realized
That I my fellow man, once friend, had slain;
That I was lost forever and for evermore,
And my brow burned deep by the damning brand of Cain.
“Lost! lost!” I cried in agony to heaven.
Demoniac laughter on my pained ear fell—
The answer to my prayer came not from heaven;
It seemed to rise from lurid voids of hell.
Pursued, arrested, and for life condemned—
Caged as a wild beast behind bolts and bars—
The iron door closed out the world so fair,
The panoply of heaven, sun, moon, and stars;
Closed out home, mother, father, sister, brother,
And one that was so fair, and loved me so;
Broken are their hearts, because I was so dear
In the sinless happy days of long ago.
Once only was I lured by the red wine,
And joined the revel in the maddening bowl.
’Twas fatal! In that appalling direful hour
Lost was all the world, and ruined was my soul;
Forgotten was my mother’s warning, and
I saw not the pit made for unwary feet,
But past the portal and the dividing line,
My awful ruin was complete.
Stunned, and almost crazed by agony
And remorse, I wept such bitter burning tears
As come from those, all lost to earth and heaven,
Who, hopeless, brood o’er past and following years.
I prayed with awful fervency to heaven
To forgive and heal my weary, broken heart,
Appealing for the lowliest place in paradise,
That I might with the angels bear some humble part.
I know not, but sometimes it seems to me
A pitying God will my fell deed forgive;
Will lift the grievous burden from my weary soul,
And let the suffering, forsaken sinner live.
And thus I wait behind the bars and iron door,
In gloomy corridor or stifling cell,
Suffering the nameless horrors of the damned
In this relentless, dreary, earthly hell.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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