Story-Telling Ballads / Selected and Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the Boys' and Girls' Own Reading

by Unknown

My Soul was wellnigh dead.

The royal eye’s now turned away,

And scorn and dearth are mine;

False-hearted friends are fled afar,

My Soul awakes to pine.

“Oh! where, my Soul, seek refuge now,

While mocking foes pursue?

Oh! whither shall I flee away,

Thou Soul so full of rue?”