Dear Wanderer

Dear wand'rer, O whither thy steps shall I trace? Were the region but known I would disregard space! Thro' forests, thro' deserts, unweari'd I'd flee, For each wish of my heart turns with fondness to thee.

Dear wanderer, wherever reposes thy head, O'er thy flumbers may sweetest illusions be shed, And may thy lov'd form haunt my dreams—for to me Sleep brings not a blessing unless it brings thee.