That melted in love, and that kindled in war!

How smit was poor Adelaide’s heart at the sight!

How bitter she wept o’er the victim of war!

“Hast thou come, my fond Love, this last sorrowful night,

To cheer the lone heart of your wounded Hussar?”

“Thou shalt live,” she replied, “Heaven’s mercy relieving

Each anguishing wound, shall forbid me to mourn!”

“Ah, no! the last pang of my bosom is heaving!

No light of the morn shall to Henry return!

“Thou charmer of life, ever tender and true!