O
LD, be nobler, for her sake! If she but knew thee what thou art,
What wrongs are borne, what deeds are
In thee, beneath thy daily sun, Know'st thou not that her tender
For pain and very shame would break?
O World, be nobler, for her sake!
O
LD, be nobler, for her sake! If she but knew thee what thou art,
What wrongs are borne, what deeds are
In thee, beneath thy daily sun, Know'st thou not that her tender
For pain and very shame would break?
O World, be nobler, for her sake!