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LIFE FOR A LIFE.
With brow unbent, grim Cromwell stood Within the Council Hall,Vouchsafing scarce the slightest glance Upon the form to fallOf her who pleaded for the boon Most precious earth can give."Life for a life," old Cromwell said. She pleaded, let him live.No eloquence so powerful as eloquence of love,It melts the frozen fountain and the hardest heart can move.Let me go back, the woman cried, to happy days of yore!That wayward boy you doom to death is a young child once more.See, see his bright and sunny curls now cradled on my breast!Again I sing sweet lullaby and soothe my babe to rest.
