How I hail this morn's appearing! br It will thee, my love, restore: br Safety danger past endearing, br Sure we meet to part no more! br br Fame is thine, lo! crowds aver it, br And her smile is dear to thee; br But I charge thee, don't prefer it br E'er again to home and me. br br Thou, thy country's call obeying, br Hast her battles nobly fought; br And, thy ready zeal repaying, br See, she gives the laurels sought. br br But have I no claims, my rover? br Claims as fondly dear to thee? br Yes, O yes! and, wandering over, br Thou wilt rest with love and me. br br Ha! methinks, thy glances reading, br From thine eyes my fate I know; br Duty still love's claim impeding, br Thou again must seek the foe. br br Of my fears too dread revival! br Yet, with tearful joy I see, br Duty is the only rival br Potent over love and me.