Your kingdom's overthrow proclaims.Look up! My children once were ye,
From his forefathers brave
And welcome him there.The point of his arrows
CHRIST is arisen!
I would I were true,And my sweetheart still new!To be faithful I'd swear,And would go away ne'er.I would I were true,And my sweetheart still new!
No word of treachery I could read;She seem'd to see me with delight,
Venus' radiant temple smiled on both.Mother! thou that promise since hast broken,
When wreath'd for a friend dear and kind.Then incense sweet ascended,
Then onward she wanders,
Conscious alone, when she herself appears;Feels itself freer in so sweet a thrall,And only beats to give her thanks in all.