While sorrow’s magic power our minds controul;
And when the sun’s returning light
Drives each humid cloud away,
We together will unite,
And bless them with the new-born day:
And with soft cadence through the solemn glade,
Perform a requiem to their lifeless shade.
Yes, lovely maid, thy Emma’s heart
Friendship’s soft sympathy ’ll impart;
Will catch the tear’s effulgent glow,