And that I was a maiden Queen，
Guarded by an Angel mild：
Witless woe was ne'er beguil'd！
And I wept both night and day，
And he wip'd my tears away，
And I wept both day and night，
And hid from him my heart's delight.
So he took his wings and fled；
Then the morn blush'd rosy red；
I dried my tears， and arm'd my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again：
I was arm'd， he came in vain；
For the time of youth was fled，
And grey hairs were on my head