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I sent my mother to her grave,

I drown'd my child beneath the wave.

Was it not given to thee and me—thee too?

'Tis thou thyself! I scarce believe it yet.

Give me thy hand! It is no dream! 'Tis true!

Thine own dear hand!—But how is this? 'Tis wet!

Quick, wipe it off! Meseems that yet

There's blood thereon.

Ah God! what hast thou done?

Put up thy sword,

I beg of thee!