resting - place, And not one step beyond! - Thou'rt leaving me? Oh Henry!
would that I could go with thee!
Thou canst! But will it! Open stands the door.
I dare not go! I've naught to hope for more. What boots it to escape? They
lurk for me! 'Tis wretched to beg, as I must do, And with an evil conscience
thereto! 'Tis wretched, in foreign lands to stray; And me they will catch, do
Quick! Quick! Save thy poor child! Keep to the path The brook along, Over
the bridge To the wood beyond, To the left, where the plank is, In the pond.