Thy form appears through night, through day,

Awake, with it my fancy teems,

In sleep, it smiles in fleeting dreams;

The vision charms the hours away,

And bids me curse Aurora's ray;

For breaking slumbers of delight,

Which make me wish for endless night.

Since, oh! whate'er my future fate,

Shall joy or woe my steps await;

Tempted by love, by storms beset,

Thine image, I can ne'er forget.

Alas! again no more we meet,

No more our former looks repeat;

Then let me breathe this parting prayer,

The dictate of my bosom's care:

"May Heaven so guard my lovely quaker,

"That anguish never can o'ertake her;

"That peace and virtue ne'er forsake her,

"But bliss be aye, her heart's partaker:

"No jealous passion shall invade,

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