She checks the frenzied passion’s scope;
And radiant as an angel form,
Smiles on the death carv’d urn of hope:
As when Favonius joins the solar blaze,
And each fair fabric of the frost decays.
And shall we then again be friendship’s guests,
Again with Clara’s smiles shall I be blest;
Again together hail each raptur’d scene,
Where happiness’ bright rays shall on us beam;
Again wipe the big drop from misery’s eye,