SACRED to thee and friendly love,
I consecrate this humble seat,
Hither shall my weary feet
Oft at sober ev'ning move;
And when thou'rt far remov'd from me,
Here, sadly sitting, oft I'll muse on thee!
When the silver queen of night,
With her mildly pleasing beams,
Cheers the surface of the streams,
Or darts through dusky shades a visionary light:
Here Fancy shall exert her magic power,
And with thy image glad the solitary bow'r.
Fate soon will bear thee to some happier clime,
Yet that kind heart, that generous mind,
By truth and tenderness combin'd,
Adorn'd with charms beyond the reach of time:
Here oft shall mem'ry to my aid restore,
While I with fruitless sighs my loss deplore.