Under the crossless knoll.
“Ah! would, dear Christ, my tears sufficed
To ransom her!” he cries:
“Sweet Heaven, to win her back from sin,
I would renounce the skies.
“Could I but bring her suffering
To pardon and to peace,
I for my own sin would atone,
Where never pain doth cease!
“I for my part would gnaw my heart,