I'm free again!
Young man, I'm new!
Old Sallow-face
Good luck to you!

I've served my turn,
I've paid for sin.
And you come out,
As I go in.

Ten years! but now,
I am free, free!
Ten years of dark
Shall gather me.

My wife—how long
She wept her pain!
She cannot smile;
She weeps again.

My little one
Shall know my call.
There is no child,
For sin grows tall.

Now who are you,
Spar of hell's flood?
And who, and who,
But your own blood?