text: " For many weary years I have been pent up in this prison pining for freedom hoping for things which never existed conjuring up anticipations of a brighter future calling upon her who made "The starlight of my boyhood " to look down upon me from her blest abode and woo me back to calmness by one gentle word one loving glance; and then sinking into hopeless bitter despondency when I remembered that she was gone and that I should see her no more