For Thirty Years Secluded From Mankind, Here Marten Linger'D. Often Have These Walls Echoed His Footsteps, As With Even Tread He Paced Around His Prison: Not To Him Did Nature'S Fair Varieties Exist; He Never Saw The Sun'S Delightful Beams, Save When Thro' Yon High Bars It Pour'D A Sad And Broken Splendor. Dost Thou Ask His Crime? He Had Rebell'D Against The King, And Sat In Judgment On Him; For His Ardent Mind Shaped Goodliest Plans Of Happiness On Earth, And Peace And Liberty. Wild Dreams! But Such As Plato Lov'D; Such As With Holy Zeal Our Milton Worshipp'D. Blessed Hopes! Awhile From Man Withheld, Even To The Latter Days, When Christ Shall Come And All Things Be Fulfill'D.