Powers celestial, whose protection
  Ever guards the virtuos fair,
While in distant climes I wander,
  Let my Mary be your care:
Let her form sae fair and faultless,
  Fair and fautless as your own:
Let my Mary’s kindred spirit
  Draw your choicest influence down.
 
Make the gales you waft around her,
  Soft and peaceful as her breast;
Breathing in the breeze that fans her,
  Soothe her bosom into rest:
Guardian angels, O protect her,
  When in distant lands I roam;
To realms unknown while fate exiles me,
  Make her bosom still my home.