Thou emblem of faith, thou sweet pledge of a passion,
That heav'n has ordain'd for an happier than me;
On the hand of the fair go resume thy lov'd station
And bask in the beam that is lavish'd on thee.

Amd when some past scene thy remembrance recalling,
Her bosom shall rise to the tear that is falling,
With the transport of love may no anguish combine,
But the bliss be all hers, and the suff'ring all mine.

But ah! Had the ringlet thou lov'st to surround,
Had it e'er kiss'd the rose on the cheek of my dear,
What ransom to buy thee could ever be found?
Or what force from my heart thy possession could tear?

A mourner, a suff'rer, a wand'rer, a stranger,
In sickness, in sadness, in pain, or in danger,
Next that heart would I wear thee till its last pang was o'er,
Then togheter we'd sink, and I'd part thee no more.