At length my charming creature

At length my charming creature, Receive the fond adieu; The pangs of love how bitter, The joys how short, how few; No more those eyes so rolling, With killing glance reprove, The bosom gently swelling, While every pulse beats love.

I'll go where glory bids me, That points the dangerous way; Though cowardly love upbraids me, Yet honor bids obey; And honor's boasting story, So plain those doubts reprove, I'm fir'd with thirst of glory, While every pulse beats love.

Thus love and glory pleading, My aching heart divides; There is my country bleeding, And here's my weeping bride; But now the faithful lover, Can true to either prove, War fires my veins all over, While every pulse heats love.

Nor think where e'er I wander, And cross the sea or land, A distant heart can squander What mutual joys have gain'd; Kind Heaven the brave ne'er quitting, Will keep me when at war, And raptures crown our meeting Which love ne'er felt before.