Oh! Sweetest of thy lovely race unveil thy matchless charms, Let me adore that angel's face and fold thee in my arms. Thy bosom let my tortures move to grant the just returns of love.
Oh! Sweetest of thy lovely race unveil thy matchless charms, Let me adore that angel's face and fold thee in my arms. Thy bosom let my tortures move to grant the just returns of love.