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SONGS OF EXILE
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!
