Here you will find the Poem On The Jail Steps of poet Eleanor Agnes Lee
I've won the race. Young man, I'm new! Old Sallow-face Good luck to you! I've turned about, And paid for sin. And you come out, As I go in. Ten years! but mark, I am free, free! Ten years of dark Shall gather me. My wife long-while She wept her pain. She cannot smile; She weeps again. My little one Shall know my call. Child is there none For sin grows tall. Now who are you, Spar of hell's flood? And who, and who, But your own blood?
