Dead! My Wayward Boy - My Own - Not The Law'S! But Mine - The Good God'S Free Gift To Me Alone, Sanctified By Motherhood. "Bad," You Say: Well, Who Is Not? "Brutal" - "With A Heart Of Stone" - And "Red-Handed." - Ah! The Hot Blood Upon Your Own! I Come Not, With Downward Eyes, To Plead For Him Shamedly, - God Did Not Apologize When He Gave The Boy To Me. Simply, I Make Ready Now For His Verdict. - You Prepare - You Have Killed Us Both - And How Will You Face Us There!