His Mother.
DEAD! my wayward boy - my own - Not the Law's! but mine - 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 His verdict. - You prepare - You have killed us both - and how Will you face us There!
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