When Ruin threaten'd me of late, br With all its ghastly Train; br Some Pow'r, in Pity to my Fate, br Sent bountiful Germain, br br Her Soul is mov'd with my Distress, br And kind Compassion shows; br That gen'rous Hand, long us'd to bless, br Quick mitigates my Woes. br br Thrice happy Fair! indulgent Heav'n br To Thee was doubly kind: br To others only Hearts are giv'n; br Thy Fortune suits thy Mind.