Oh pleasant things there be br Without this prison yard : br br Fields green, and many a tree br With shadow on the sward, br br And drifting clouds that pass br br Saihng above the grass. br br All lovely things that be br br Beyond this strong abode br Send comfort back to me ; br Yea, everything I see br br Except the hateful road ; br The road that runs so free br br With many a dip and rise, br That waves and beckons me br And mocks and calls at me br And will not let me be br br Even when I close my eyes.