Still sooths me with her cheering aid,
She calls my wandering fancy home,
To scenes of bliss beyond the tomb,
And bids my rapt thought soar away,
“In visions of eternal day.”
Emma’s dear friendship too shall calm my woe,
Forbid the sigh to heave, the tear to flow.
Yes, charming maid, thy love returned bestows
A cheering ray my darken’d path to light,
As from the cloud, the sun breaks forth more bright,