That the weight be soon lighten’d, I send up my vow;
From the stings of remorse, I’ll be sworn, thou’rt a
freeman,
No guilt ever ruffled the smooth of that brow!
That sigh which you breath’d sprang from pensive
affection;
That song, though so plaintive, sheds balm on the
heart;
And the pain which you feel at each fond recollection,
Is worth all the pleasures that vice could impart.