Reign o'er thy soul; a balm to soothe the care
Which wrecks thy peace may suddenly appear,
The drooping heart and gloomy thoughts to cheer."
In chat and song the evening passed away,
For oft Rosina with some Irish lay,
Of touching sweetness, charmed th' enraptured ear,
So soft and plaintive like the whisp'rings near
Of some bright spirit sent from Eden's bowers
To cheer awhile this dark, cold world of ours.
The tale to see