Edwin and Angelina

When wars surround, and dangers rife
The generous heart, distressed with shame
When'er Oppression dares to urge
The lover, journeying to his fair
The bird, when summer charms no more
The mother, anxious for her child
O Memory! Thou fond deceiver
Sweet are the fleet and flying hours
Turn gentle hermit of the dale
Then turn, my son, and freely share
When, in our youth, a friend we find
But mine the sorrow, mine the fault
Turn, Angelina, ever dear
Now burst the shout of joy around