Act 5 — “PSYCHE LOVES ME.”

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BY THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.

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I have no gold, no lands, no robes of splendor,

No crowd of sycophants to siege my door;

But fortune in one thing at least is tender—

For Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more?

I have no fame, nor to the height of honor

Will my poor name on tireless pinions soar;

Yet Fate has never drawn my hate upon her—

For Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more?

I have no station, know no high position,

And never yet the robes of office wore;

Yet I can well afford to scorn ambition—

For Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more?

I have no beauty—beauty has forsworn me,

On others wasting all her charming store;

Yet I lack nothing now which could adorn me—

For Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more?

I have no learning—in nor school nor college

Could I abide o’er quaint old tomes to pore;

But this I know which passeth all your knowledge—

That Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more?

Now come what may, or loss or shame or sorrow,

Sickness, ingratitude or treachery sore,

I laugh to-day and heed not for the morrow—

For Psyche loves me—and I ask no more.