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ON THE PORTRAITS OF
THE PRINCESS MARIE OF BADEN,
MARCHIONESS OF DOUGLAS,
AND THE EARL OF ANGUS.
BY HENRY F. CHORLEY.
PRISONED in towns, I look, as in a dream.
Dwelling alone, without embittered mind.
That hates to see companionship more blest, In stranger homes society I find,
And in the sunshine of their life, my rest.
Thus thralled-in solitude-I am not all From human love and company exiled. 'Tis no mere picture mute upon the wall
I sing in this bright Lady and her Child :
But an old truth from Nature's gospel clear,
Saying to hearts by care in prison bound,— "Earth is no waste, while angels still appear;
Life not accursed, while their sweet voices sound."