I cast[1329] the hated letter by;
My child from off the floor I clasped,
And from the bureau drawer I grasped
A loaded pistol that would right
My wrong. So out[1330] into the night,
Into the raging storm, I fled,
My babe clasped[1331] in my arms.
I could but repeat,
“False! false! I’ll be revenged!”[1332] My soul
Now stirred and roused beyond control,