Dispelling mist like nightly dream,
To cheer the Bruce and Adelaide!
Arise fair lady!—Love, perchance,
Hath pow'r to wake thee from this trance,
And hail the matin hour's advance,
So dear to Bruce and Adelaide!
O'er him, the fond, the gen'rous youth,
O'er her who gave her plighted truth—
On both may bliss each treasure shed,
While children crown the bridal bed