IвЂ™m pardoned out. Again the stars
Shine on me with their myriad eyes.
So long IвЂ™ve peered вЂtwixt iron bars,
IвЂ™m awed by this expanse of skies.
The world is wider than I thought,
And yet вЂtis not so wide, I know,
But into its remotest spot
My tale of shame can go.
IвЂ™m pardoned out. Old Father Time
Who seemed to halt in horror, when
I strained my manhood by a crime,
With steady step moves on again,
And through the black appalling night,
That walled me in a gloom accurst,
The wonder of the morning light
In sudden glory burst.
IвЂ™m pardoned out. I shall be knows
No more by number, but by name.
And yet each whispering wind has blown
Abroad the story of my shame.
I dread to see men shrink away
With startled looks of scorn or fear,
When in lifeвЂ™s crowded marts some day,
That name falls on their ear.
IвЂ™m pardoned out, ah God! to roam
Like some whipped dog among my kind.
I have no friends, I have no home,
Save these bleak walls I leave behind.
How can I face the world of men,
My comrades in the days of yore?
Oh! hide me in my cell again,
And, warden lock the door.