WHILE many a fond and blooming maid br Attempts thy heart to gain; br And, by thy fatal smile betrayed, br Thinks not she strives in vain: br br While in those eyes of tender blue br They answering passion see, br And in thy sweet expression view br The charm that conquered me:.... br br I still should scorn their winning art, br And be, my Henry, blest, br If thou wouldst give that precious heart br To her who loves thee best.