_The Two Mistresses._

Ah, woe is me, my heart’s in sorry plight, Enamoured equally of Wrong and Right; Right hath the sweeter grace, But Wrong the prettier face: Ah, woe is me, my heart’s in sorry plight.

And Right is jealous that I let Wrong stay; Yet Wrong seems sweeter when I turn away. Right sober is, like Truth, But Wrong is in her youth; So Right is jealous that I let Wrong stay.

When I am happy, left alone with Right, Then Wrong flits by and puts her out of sight; I follow and I fret, And once again forget That I am happy, left alone with Right.

Ah, God! do Thou have pity on my heart! A puppet blind am I, take Thou my part! Chasten my wandering love, Set it on things above: Ah, God! do Thou take pity on my heart!