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I read my sentencesteadily
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its extremest clause
The Date, and manner, of the shame
And then the Pious Form
That "God have mercy" on the Soul
The Jury voted Him
I made my soul familiarwith her extremity
That at the last, it should not be a novel Agony
But she, and Death, acquainted
Meet tranquilly, as friends
Salute, and pass, without a Hint
And there, the Matter ends
