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chapter-223		chapter-223			.txt	text/plain	479	37	89	The Singer in the Prison Reaching the far-off sentry and the armed guards, who ceasd their pacing, The sun was low in the west one winter day, (There by the hundreds seated, sear-faced murderers, wily counterfeiters, Nor hand of friend, nor loving face, Nor favor comes, nor word of grace. The heavenly pardoner death shall come. Convict no more, nor shame, nor dole! One glance swept from her clear calm eyes oer all those upturnd faces, Strange sea of prison faces, a thousand varied, crafty, brutal, While upon all, convicts and armed keepers ere they stirrd, (Convict forgetting prison, keeper his loaded pistol,) A wondrous minute then--but after in the solitary night, to many, the voice, the words, Resumed, the large calm lady walks the narrow aisle, The wailing melody again, the singer in the prison sings, O fearful thought--a convict soul. O fearful thought--a convict soul.	./cache/chapter-223.txt	./txt/chapter-223.txt