BETA

The Prisoner of War.

See, the shepherd’s star is shining !1
Mary, quit thy long day’s toil.”2
Mother, one we love lies pining,3
Captive on a foreign soil.4
Seized at sea, far, far away,5
He yielded—but the last, they say.”6
Spin, poor Mary, toil and spin,7
For the captive one afar :8
Spin, poor Mary, toil and spin,9
For the prisoner of war !10
At your call, I light my lamp.11
But, my child, why yet in tears ! ” 12
Mother, he in dungeon damp13
Wastes—the sport of foemen’s jeers.14
Adrian loved me from a boy :15
His presence filled our home with joy.”16
Spin, &c.17
Child, for him I too would spin,18
But I am so old and frail.”19
All I toil for, all I win,20
Goes to him I love and wail.21
To her wedding, Rose in vain22
Invites me—hark ! the minstrel’s strain ! ”23
Spin, &c.24
Child, draw nigh the fire, I pray ;25
Chill it grows as day declines.”26
Mother, Adrian, they say,27
In a floating dungeon pines :28
Strangers, men of cruel mood,29
Repulse his hand stretched out for food.”30
Spin, &c.31
Cheerly, daughter ! I of late32
Dreamed that you were Adrian’s bride,33
And my dreams, like hests of fate,34
In one month are ratified.”35
What ! before the grass be green,36
Shall my dear warrior here be seen ! ”37
Spin, poor Mary, toil and spin,38
For the captive one afar !39
Spin, poor Mary, toil and spin,40
For the prisoner of war !41