Yes, thou art chang'd since first we met,
But think not I shall e'er regret,
For never can my heart forget,
The charms that once were thine.
For Marian, well the cause I know
That stole the luster from thine eye,
That prov'd thy beauty's secret foe,
And paled thy cheek's carnation dye:
What made thy health, sweet Marian, fly,
Was anxious care of me.

Yes, o'er my couch I saw thee bend,
The duteous wife, the tender friend,
And each capricious wish attend
With soft incessant care.
Then trust me, Love, that pallid face
Can boast a sweeter charm for me,
A truer, tenderer, dearer grace
Than blooming health bestow'd on thee:
For there thy well-tried love I see,
And read my blessing there.