Then swift to thee my soul unfetter’d flies,
And each past scene of tenderness renews.
With all that winning grace I see thee move,
That first endear’d thy tender heart to mine;
When soften’d by thy grace of virtuous love,
I led thee, blushing, to the hallow’d shrine.
I see thee too, thou partner of my heart,
With all a mother’s tender feelings blest;
The frequent glance, the kiss, the tear impart,
And press the smiling infant to thy breast.