text:  Time's veil withdrawn what tragedies of woe Loom in the distance fill the ghastly show! Oh tell what hearts torn from light's cheering ray Within thy death-shades bled their lives away; What anxious hopes strifes agonies and fears In thy dread walls have linger'd years on years-- Still mock'd the patient prisoner as he pray'd That death would shroud his woes--too long delay'd! Could the great Norman with prophetic eye Have scann'd the vista of futurity And seen the cell-worn phantoms one by one Rise and descend--the father to the son-- Whose purest blood by treachery and guilt On thy polluted scaffolds has been spilt Methinks Ambition with his subtle art Had fired his hero to a nobler part