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Ah, yes!

She will not leave me comfortless,

For when within our hearts she makes

Her home, that home she ne’er forsakes.

Where is the Rose?

Alas! she’s lost,

To Jealousy hath she been tost

For gold by Evil-Tongue, and nought

I see how rescue may be wrought.

What of Fair-Welcome hath become?

Alas! beneath his prison dome

He weeps—my friend, whom loved I so.

Take heart, and let thy bosom glow

With hope, for by mine eyes I swear

That thou more joyously shalt fare

Than heretofore hath been thy lot.

Since thou so well my laws dost wot

And keep, I will my lieges call

To burst and break the prison wall

That holds Fair-Welcome; soon shall he

Before thee stand, at liberty.