DEAD! my wayward boy -- @3my own@1 -- Not @3the Law's!@1 but @3mine@1 -- the good God's free gift to me alone, Sanctified by motherhood. "Bad," you say: Well, who is not? "Brutal" -- "with a heart of stone" -- And "red-handed." -- Ah! the hot Blood upon your own! I come not, with downward eyes, To plead for him shamedly, -- God did not apologize When he gave the boy to me. Simply, I make ready now For @3His@1 verdict. -- @3You@1 prepare -- You have killed us both -- and how Will you face us There? |