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LIFE FOR A LIFE.
See, Cromwell, see, upon the lawn, my curly headed boy,He knows not he is fatherless, my blessed, only joy.
See how he gambols! how can he know aught of my deep grief?Tears, scalding tears pour from mine eyes, to give my heart relief.Ah, now he rushes to my side, and wipes away a tear:Oh, weep not, mother, for my sire, for, mother, I am here.
Soon, very soon I'll be a man; and then I'll work for you—But I am little now, mamma, and what can children do?Now all forgetful of my grief, he playful leaves my side—You cannot slay my only son, my darling and my pride!
