As if he could not climb too fast;
And when he reached the upper air
His pallid lips a fervent prayer
Muttered, as he had 'scaped from hell;
And fainting on the ground he fell.
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And when at last his wondering soul
A woke to consciousness, he cast
His glance upon the cavern. There
A giant bowlder downward rolled
Shut out that view of death and gold.
F.