How I hail this morn’s appearing!
It will thee, my love, restore:
Safety danger past endearing,
Sure we meet to part no more!
 
Fame is thine, lo! crowds aver it,
And her smile is dear to thee;
But I charge thee, don’t prefer it
E’er again to home and me.
 
Thou, thy country’s call obeying,
Hast her battles nobly fought;
And, thy ready zeal repaying,
See, she gives the laurels sought.
 
But have I no claims, my rover?
Claims as fondly dear to thee?
Yes, O yes! and, wandering over,
Thou wilt rest with love and me.
 
Ha! methinks, thy glances reading,
From thine eyes my fate I know;
Duty still love’s claim impeding,
Thou again must seek the foe.
 
Of my fears too dread revival!
Yet, with tearful joy I see,
Duty is the only rival
Potent over love and me.

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