I who was crowned King am now bereft Of crown and treasure. I, who was Monarch, have no good thing left To give me pleasure. I had my treasure guarded faithfully, By one sure heart— My crown seemed mine to all eternity But both depart. I am discrowned and my treasure flies Out of these arms, away from these sad eyes. I faced the world and proved myself a man, In word & deed. I knew my treasure safe and foremost ran To others' need. What comfort can I give thee now O friend— Seeing both crown & treasure are at end? Oh give me back my old life's crown again, My old life's treasure— I have been tested and I shrank the pain Let me taste pleasure— O give me back my treasure in my breast— Only for this life—God shall judge the rest—
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