CONTENTS
Jerusalem
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Author: Blake William (1757-1827)
Year: 1804
Their ways are hard, their days are sombrous and sad, their nights starless and sleepless, their hope for time and eternity has faded away, and they await their terrible doom with trembling and fear because their end is dreadful and certain and terrific.
- John Wesley Hardin (1853-1895)
Letter to his wife from Huntsville State Penitentiary.
I die! I go to Eternal Death! the shades of death
Hover within me and beneath, and spreading themselves outside
Like rocky clouds, build me a gloomy monument of woe.
Will none accompany me in my death, or be a Ransom for me
In that dark Valley? I have girded round my cloke, and on my feet
Bound these black shoes of death, & on my hands, death's iron gloves.
God hath forsaken me & my friends are become a burden,
A weariness to me, & the human footstep is a terror to me.
Ch.2, Plate 39
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