Soon I doubt not that I shall find
Your tones are of the sweetest kind!"
"And that fine face I griev'd to view
When cloth'd in such a pallid hue;
But I have seen, this passing week,
The colour coming on your cheek.
And if some ill does not oppose,
We soon shall see the tender rose:
And hope's a friend that will supply
The prospect which, I trust, is nigh."