LADY that hast my heart within thy hand,
Unto the wise, thou shalt not understand–Behold the fault is thine, our words were clear.For all the tumult in my drunken brainPraise God! who trieth not His slave in vain;Nor this world nor the next shall make me fear!My weary heart eternal silence keeps–I know not who has slipped into my heart;Though I am silent,…