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What time in empty hour awhile relaxed,
Around my cage’s circuit I have paced,
Sunk in myself, and broodingly have traced
These late appalling issues, I have taxed
My country with a weakening will: “Thou slack’st
Thy effort, England.” Then some sight hath braced
My soul, and from my mind the doubt effaced.
England, it is not energy thou lack’st!
I felt it when one morn there sudden flew
Around the camp new life and boisterous cheer,
Unlike the mood of those who hitherto
Our wants supplied, and something did endear
The noise of labour to us, and we knew
That English orderlies at length were here.
Hesepe, 20th June