But lighter and freer thy footstep to me.
Oh! the sunshine around thee casts brighter its glow;
And the breeze sighs more blandly when kissing thy brow;
The robin chaunts sweet its melodious glee,
But the sound of thy voice is far sweeter to me.
Thou hast linked thy bright chain, thou hast woven thy spell,
For aye round my bosom, my sweet Gabrielle;
The star of the evening is lovely to see;
But the glance of thy eye is far brighter to me.
In life my bright angel, when struggling in death,