Bid my Mary cease to mourn;
Surely Mercy shall prevail,
And I to Love and Life return.
Shall I the lenient Verdict hear,
Thrilling through my shivering frame?
Ye Jurors, clad in smiles appear,
To realize this happy dream.
Their Deliberation's o'er,
How shall I the Crisis meet?
Hark! I hear the opening door: ...