XXII. Upon the gallows hung a wretch


UPON the gallows hung a wretch,
        Too sullied for the hell
To which the law entitled him.
        As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him tottered in,
        For this was woman's son.
''T was all I had,' she stricken gasped;
        Oh, what a livid boon!



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