"Affectionate hearts, plentiful delight, Give reason to doleful misery, mourns Upon thy chest,..."

“Affectionate hearts, plentiful delight,

Give reason to doleful misery, mourns

Upon thy chest, striking pangs of doubt lay,

Man’s greatest foe, seated on gilded thrones:

Psyche! Why must thee grant the villain stay

In this abode pure, free from wanderers,

Thoughts and distraught pondering abandoned.

Nay, give me asylum from wretched chance,

Assure me truth, a revelation clear,

Rise from shackling fear, O timid friend!

May thy kindness bring mirth, jovial laughs;

And confide in me, thy guide faithful, close,

Towards victory, onward we shall march strong,

Malicious words left to protest in vain.”



- À la victoire de la vérité, by Rubene

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