The Wounded Heart

[Guest guest]

The wounded heart doth often lie

on ill repute and destitute

the rankling question why.

To know the answer sparkling clear,

resort your voice to heaven's ear,

and sing it to the sky.

Of all these things are given you

in pain filled loves remorse,

the brightest star, to know you are

the friend of heaven's course.

And when in doubt, all round about

and kept from gracious muse,

sing out your song, and right or wrong

no ear would dare refuse.

 

Mace