Whimper not for my heart thou left abust
For bold secrets wound like no other pain
As torment unheard tis more than unjust,
And bondage, sorrow’s friend, tis slave insane.
Affection lost tis the harsh sword unleashed,
And the shieldless soul this tough challenge be;
Of love destroyed, mine heart was ne’er released,
As torrents of tears did flow back to sea.
And a dungeon’s darkness hides heart’s despair,
But then gives way to poorness of spirit,
That all in mine life fell in disrepair,
While reprieve unfounded did not hear it.
Whoe’er holds me in love’s healing esteem,
Will live e’er and in faith’s honor redeem.