Oh, I will guide thy footsteps from all wo,
Thy guardian angel be while lingering here below.
IV.
Phaon, thou wast the fond reality
Of my youth’s cherished dream—the phantasy
That hath beguiled me from my earliest days.
Luring me on—the theme of all my lays,
The pole-star of my heart in grief or joy.
The day-spring of my life, my Deity!
That I might win thy love, and make thee mine—