Stands round yon church and sad,Where the old fir-tree's seen
Thou art hidden from mine eye.
Seem'd in the light of day his noble mind!How was his nature, pleasing yet sedate,
Godlike and renowned.
Longing attended on sight; then with fruition was bless'd.Think'st thou the goddess had long been thinking of love and its pleasures
Ah, why suffer it to be?
Hearts with twofold balsam fillest,Would this constant strife would cease!
THIS page a chain to bring thee burns,