To clasp your knee and welcome "father home"—
You, with a madman's fury, struck her dead!
[A shriek is heard from prisoner's wife.
Prisoner, for this offence you have been tried,
And every scope allowed that law could grant
To mitigate the awful punishment.
No one believes that malice moved your mind;
But murdering maniacs may not live with men;
And therefore, prisoner, you are doomed for life
To solitary toil. Alone! alone! alone!