Faithless? O no! I knew thy father's ire;
Thy filial virtue could not but admire;
Still did I hope, believe, and know thee true:
The pains I suffer'd thou did'st suffer too.
Now weep no more; this bids our sufferings cease,
This letter--heavenly messenger of peace!--
That promises a more propitious fate;
But thou, sweet girl! the same blest news relate;
Chase from thy fancy every shade of fear;
Wipe from thy cheek that ill-beseeming tear;
And tell thy lover all;--he burns to hear.