The wond'ring fair one turned to chide,—
'Twas Edwin's self that prest!
"Turn, Angelina, ever dear,
My charmer, turn to see
Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here,
Restored to love and thee!
"Thus let me hold thee to my heart,
And every care resign:
And shall we never, never part,
My life—my all that's mine?