Sun-Rise — A Druid Chorus - Part 6

Mirth, and gay Bliss, and cheerly Glee,
There with exiled Light to be,
Adown the western Cliff she hurl'd;
Pleas'd, then, the Woes of Man to see,
With a dark hand and leaden-temper'd key,
Clos'd in the Prison of the World.
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