The damsel's sorrow, like a furious storm,
Rack'd her celestial system with its rage;
Her desperate passions deadly warfare wage,
And the mild radiance of her charms deform.
At length the vivid fires rush'd to her heart,
Tingled in ev'ry vein, blaz'd from her eyes,
While sudden joys before her spirits rise,
And o'er her cheeks warm transient colours dart:
Fir'd by his zeal,
Extatic feelings tinge her frame;
Whose glow the passions of her breast reveal
Bright blossom of a future ripening flame!