“ O should it please the pitying powers,
to call me to the sky,
I’d claim a guardian angel’s charge,
around my love to fly,
To guard him from all dangers,
how happy should I be!
For I love my love, because I know
my love loves me. ”

“ She's at the opening lilly fair.
⁠When beauty blazes heav’nly bright,
⁠the muse can no more cease to sing,
⁠Than can the lark with rising light,
⁠her notes neglect with drooping wing,
The morning shines, harmonious birds rise high,
The dawning beauty smile, and poets fly. ”

“ But if she'd grant her hand to me,
⁠we’d leave the rest to mourn
Her smiles new life gives to my heart,
⁠her frowns are like to kill
O if the may uot be my love,
⁠from my heart keep her still.
For happy thrice that youth must be,
⁠who folds her in his arms,
Who access has and freedom too,
⁠to enjoy all her charms.
O had I her into my arms,
⁠how happy would I be?
If this I get, I'll dance and sing,
⁠and love my sweet Alie.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”