To thy great deeds, enamoured of thy praise.
How oft from every tongue Ive heard the strain,
And thought of thee, and sighed, and sighed in vain.
The ravenous eagle hovering o’er his prey,
Starts at thy gleaming sword and flies away!
Thou art the slayer of the demon brood
And the fierce monsters of the echoing wood.
Enchanted with the stories of thy fame,
My fluttering heart responded to thy name.
Oh, claim my hand, and grant my soul’s desire,