GOLDEN FETTERS. ARGUMENT. GYNE, having discarded the man of her love, on account of his poverty; and married a wealthy suitor, for whom she had respect, but no love ; galled by her golden fetters, mourns over the sorrows of her heart. GOLDEN FETTERS. PART I. I. ONCE again I breathe with freedom, Far is now the restless city, With its routs, and with its balls, Where the stifling robe of fashion Hearts in secret ever bleeding, While the stricken strive to smile, And in mad pursuit of pleasure 6 Seek their sorrows to beguile; B Where the blooming English maiden Where the sold, and self-abased, In the giddy whirl of fashion Half forget their heavy chains Chains that, to the world around them, But are ever felt in secret, Galling, hopeless, painful, cold, Freezing all life's best emotions, Giv'n by God for higher things— Giv'n that earthly loves might heavenward Raise us on seraphic wings. Oh the crime! to stifle lovings Sorrowing man might taste in this. |