And tunes his lute to melody and love.
He was——but oh! no language can express——
What my lov’d Henry ever was to me:
My joy in health, my support in distress,
My lover, friend, and tender husband he.
For me a parent’s love he did forego,
With all the pleasures of his native shore:
On me alone did ev’ry care bestow;
He saw me happy, and he wish’d no more.
Keen recollection animates my pain,