For thee, no more, I’ll wait th’ appointed hour,
No more I’ll meet thee in the peaceful bower;
No more, enraptur’d, hang upon thy smile,
No more thy presence ev’ry care beguile.
Was it for me? grant support gracious heav’n!
Was it for me the fatal bond was giv’n?
Is it for me stern Justice must arise?
Is it for me he now a victim lies?
Distracting thoughts still crowd upon my mind!
O were my restless soul to heav’n resign’d!