text:  Fresh bleed the fiery wounds Through all that agonizing heart undone-- Still on the voiceless lips "my Father" sounds And still the childless Father murmurs "Son!" Ice-cold--ice-cold in that white shroud he lies-- Thy sweet and golden dreams all vanish'd there-- The sweet and golden name of "Father" dies Into thy curse --ice-cold--ice-cold--he lies Dead what thy life's delight and Eden were! 4