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With the gloom of a prison, above and around,
He lay down at night, like a child to its sleep;-
His soul was at rest and his faith was profound,
His anchor was strong and God's mercy is deep!
If there is any portion of the city prison more cheerful than another, it is the double line of cells looking upon Elm street. Plenty of pure ligh