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My Mighty Love!

Naught of my fame is left,

Though erst I dwelt in regal robes of grace;

My sons lie slain, the scions of my race,

Of kin I stand bereft.

Behold me wrapt in darkness deep and fell,

Sunk in the loathsome pit,

By ray of light unlit;

The great stone lieth heavy o'er the well,

My Mighty Love!

My noble love!

My friend, come forth to Me;

Yea, from the grasp of foes be thou relieved,

From them who full of guile have thee deceived,

That speak false words to thee;

Because thou wilt not strangers' paths pursue,

And hast not gone astray

Along their erring way,

Nor seekest thou new loves, but still art true,

My noble love!