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 * VII.

READ my sentence steadily,
 * 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 familiar With 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.