III

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Mask

Behind no prison-grate, she said,

Which slurs the sunshine half a mile,

Are captives so uncomforted,

As souls behind a smile.

God's pity let us pray, she said.

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