of sin, he is still bound to do so? Not so thinks Father

i{ There in the tomb the dark grows blacker,}

i{ But wind comes up from the shore:}

i{ They shake when the winds roar,}

i{ Old bones upon the mountain shake.}

Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath

But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing

Recovered him upon the bed of death.

For your sole sake -- that all heart's ache have known,