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.