Unto Thyself Be True

Where hast thou gone?

Sweet innocents of youth

Thy reverence of purity

And subservient of truth


With poisoned treachery

Thy essence perverted

Ignorance and jealousy

Thy Inner beauty subverted


Heavy upon sharp thorn

My trust doth lie

Heart heavy with burden

Tears of anguish I now cry


Unknown to thyself

Thy sweet self dost deceive

I know not my place

To my motherhood I now bereave


How sweet and lovely

Dost thou make the shame

Never say that I was false of heart

As easy might I suffer myself the blame.


This I do vow,

And this shall ever be;
I will be true, and love eternal


Despite thy betrayal of thee.

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