In future, should our hearts relent:

  O! then let Mercy's voice prevail;

    Mercy we can ne'er repent.

  Mercy smiles, and every face

    Reflects the Cherub's aspect meek;

  Glowing with her resistless grace,

    Mercy beams on every cheek.

  Hope, thy presage cannot fail.

    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: ...

    Silence and Awe attend their feet!

  They enter ... though no voice is heard,

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