LIFE FOR A LIFE.
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Sleep, darling, sleep, Thy mother's near,Sleep, baby, sleep, Thou knowest no fear.Sleep, baby, sleep, Upon my breast;Sleep, darling, sleep, Sweet be thy rest.
Cromwell, your heart is hard, they say, but you have children too;War's tide may turn, you too may plead for some life dear to you.Then let your better nature act, oh, let my son go free,And daily prayers by me and mine shall soar aloft for thee.
His features soften; does his heart relent towards my son?I will another picture draw, then is my pleading done:
