Wherever there is a grain of loyalty there is a glimpse of freedom.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart.
Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet.
Despair the twin-born of devotion.