Nota Bene: I own Nothing! Not Javert (though I wish I did), not Valjean (darn), and not the Christmas Carol I borrowed to teach me how to rhyme!

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The Inspector's Reflecting (Lo, How a Rose Ere Blooming)

The Inspector's reflecting

On yonder bridge, has come

Of Valjean's mercy thinking

His goodness now to shun

A crim'nal in the right

This conflict made him bitter

When half spent was the night

The barricade, behold it

Where all the rebels died

Honest he could not do it

Free Valjean and still get by

The Law he must do right

Yet he had a new Superior

When half spent was the night

O Seine whose water frigid

Its embrace offers him

Dispel grief that this man's rigid

Duty might be a sin

A letter, very odd

From mystery to suicide take us

Yet won't help us understand