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50 Art thou in secret league with those
 * Who from his hope the kingdom rent?

A spy from his ignoble foes
 * To track him in his banishment?

And wouldst thou at his death rejoice?
 * I know thou wouldst, or sure ere now

When first thou heardst that well-known voice
 * Thou shouldst have run to aid, I trow.

Learn this,—whatever comes may come,
 * But I shall not survive my Love,—

Of all my thoughts here is the sum!
 * Witness it gods in heaven above.

If fire can burn, or water drown,
 * I follow him:—choose what thou wilt,

Truth with its everlasting crown,
 * Or falsehood, treachery, and guilt.

Remain here, with a vain pretence
 * Of shielding me from wrong and shame,

Or go and die in his defence
 * And leave behind a noble name.

Choose what thou wilt,—I urge no more,
 * My pathway lies before me clear,

I did not know thy mind before,
 * I know thee now,—and have no fear."