y'll come to my aid at the flute's clear call.
Love _always_ can find a way.

_King_

Go, Feal the Faithful. It is well!
Successful mayst thou be,
And all the way that thou dost ride,
Our blessings follow thee.

[_Curtain._

ACT II.

SCENE. _Room in Ogre's tower. Princess Winsome kneeling with arm
around Dog's neck._

_Princess_

_Art_ thou my brother? Can it be
That thou hast taken such shape?
Oh turn those sad eyes not on me!
There _must_ be some escape.
And yet our parents think us dead.
No doubt they weep this very hour,
For no one ever has escaped,
Ere this, the Ogre's power.
Oh cruel fate! We can but die!
Each moment seems a week.
_Is_ there no hope? Oh, Hero dear,
If thou couldst only speak!
But no! Within this tower room
We're captive, and despair
Must settle on us. 'Tis the doom
Of all dragged up yon winding stair.

[_Drops her head and weeps. Enter Godmother, who waves wand and
throwing back curtain, displays a spinning-wheel._

_Godmother_

Rise, Princess Winsome,
Dry your weeping eyes.
The way of escape
Within your own hand lies.

Waste no time in sorrow,
Spin and sing instead.
Spin for thy brother's sake,
A skein of golden thread.

Question not the future,
Mourn not the past,
But keep thy wheel a-turning,
Spinning well and fast.

All the world helps gladly
Those who help themselves,
And the thread thou spinnest,
Shall be woven by elves.

All good things shall speed thee!
Thy knight, the Faithful Feal,
Is to thy rescue riding.
Up! To thy spinning-wheel!

[_Disappears behind curtain._

_Princess_

All good things shall speed me?
Sir Knight, the Faithful Feal,
Is to my rescue riding?

[_In joyful surprise._

Turn, turn, my spinning-wheel!

(_She sings._)

_Spinning Wheel Song_

[Illustration: Spinning Wheel Song]

1. My godmother bids me spin,
that my heart may not be sad.
Spin and sing for my brother's sake,
and the spinning makes me glad.

2. Spin, sing with humming whir,
the wheel goes round and round.
For my brother's sake, the charm I'll break,
Prince Hero shall be found.

Spin, sing, the golden thread,
Gleams in the sun's bright ray,
The humming wheel my grief can heal,
For love will find a way.

[_Pauses with uplifted hand._

What's that at my casement tapping?
Some messenger, may