'Tis he must take them, he my friend so true;
May Heaven be gracious to my fond design
Which seeks another's good and loses mine.
Help me, oh gentle Love, uplift and guide
My feeble spirit in the doubtful hour,
To soul and faltering tongue, whate'er betide,
Send in the long-expected moment power,
That shall be strong, with boldness at its side,
To make that easy which was hard before,
And bravely dash upon fate and misfortune,