text:  What though no dungeon wrap the wasting clay Or from the eye exclude the cheering ray; What though no tortures visibly may tear The writhing limbs and leave their signet there; Has not chill penury a poison'd dart Inflicting deeper wounds upon the heart? All the decrees the sternest fate may bind To weigh the courage or display the mind-- All man could bear with heart unflinching bear Did not a dearer part his sufferings share-- Worse than the captive's fate--wife child his all The husband and the father's name appall His very soul and bid him thrilling feel Distraction as he makes the vain appeal