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Come gather round, both high and low,
And heed this tale of dreadful woe,
Of Rosalind Downer, a soul so lost,
Whose path was paved with a heavy cost.
In the year of eighteen and one-eight,
A tale of sorrow, a dark twist of fate,
Rosalind, burdened with an ill-filled plight,
Complained of illness on a fateful night.
To her aunt she turned, seeking aid,
Laying in bed, her strength did fade,
But the morn arrived, she rose with dread,
And to work she went, her secret well-fed.
Little did they know, a hidden shame,
In the depths of Rosalind's fragile frame,
Blood stains betrayed a truth untold,
A secret to be unearthed, yet to unfold.
Two days passed, the sun still high,
In the front garden, beneath the sky,
Two innocent children digging deep,
Stumbled upon a sight that made them weep.
The lifeless body of a newborn son,
A tragic discovery, their innocence undone,
The police were called, their presence dire,
And Rosalind, questioned, could not retire.
"I put it there," she softly confessed,
The words uttered, her soul distressed,
Alive it was, she whispered in despair,
Lost and confused, burdened with a snare.
The doctor's words, they painted a grim scene,
If born alive, survival but a dream,
Yet the truth remained, her guilt laid bare,
The question of intent hung in the air.
Her trial commenced, the courtroom hushed,
As the prosecution's case was fiercely pushed,
Feeble-minded, they described her state,
A troubled soul with a tragic fate.
Her defense pleaded, no evidence revealed,
That the child lived when hidden, concealed,
They argued for a different verdict's plea,
But the jury, swayed by sorrow, couldn't see.
"Guilty of murder," their verdict proclaimed,
Yet mercy's plea, a glimmer of hope, remained,
For Rosalind Downer, a factory hand,
A life reprieved, by the mercy of the land.
So remember well this tragic tale,
Of a lost soul, caught in sorrow's gale,
In the annals of history, her name engraved,
A reminder of the darkness that lives enslaved.