Stung by these cruel, terrible words,
She fled in wild affright
In search of the heartless lover,
Her fearful wrongs to right.
She tracked the guilty miscreant down,
And he, to save his name,
Hid her till her child was born
In a house of doubtful fame.
The world looked on the helpless child
With cold, unpitying eye.
The villian bade his dupe go home,
"Repent of her sin and die."
She heard, and from her glittering eye
No tear of anguish sped—
With dagger drawn she reached his side,
And struck the villain dead!
With her babe she sought her father's door
And pled with a piteous cry
A shelter for her hapless babe
While the storm was raging high.