⁠Formed of a power divine,
To hold ev'n fate a subject sworn
⁠To every will of thine.

Whilst thou my absence mayst lament,
⁠Thy comfort mayst descry,
By fate a thousand lovers sent
⁠More to thy choice than I.
Some one she pleases me above
⁠To favour chance may show;
But one to love thee as I love,
⁠That none can ever know.

'T was not thy graces won my heart,
⁠Nor yet thy faultless face;
But 't was some sympathy apart
⁠I might from birth retrace.
I long a picture loved to draw
⁠Of charms I fancied true,
And thy perfections when I saw,
⁠The original I knew.

No traveller upon the ground
⁠By sudden lightning thrown,
The blow could more at once confound,