text:  Once wrought by captive fingers on thy wall The hero's home and prison grave and pall What dark lines meet the startled stranger's gaze Thoughts that ennoble--sentiments that raise The iron'd captive from captivity How high above the power of tyranny!-- And ye that wander by the evening tide Where mountains swell or mossy streamlets glide; That on fresh hills can hail morn's orient ray And chant with birds your grateful hymns to day; Or seek at noon beneath some pleasant shade To feel the sunbeams cool'd by leafy glade-- That free as air morn noon and eve can roam Where'er you list and nature call your home; Learn from a hopeless prisoner's words and fate "Virtue is valour--to be patient great!" When traced on prison walls such words as these Arrest the eye--appall e'en while they please-- "Ah! hapless he who cannot bear the weight With patient heart of a too partial fate For adverse times and fortunes do not kill But rash impatience of impending ill