From "Songs, duets and other compositions by Doctor Harington of Bath never before published. Studio fallente laborem. London. Printed for the author & sold by the engraver E. Riley No. 8 Strand J. Preston No. 97 Strand Lintern's Bath &c" 1800.

Lyrics: Luis de Camoes

Go, gentle soul supremely blessed, from scenes of struggling virtue go;
From thy immortal seat of rest behold our world of ling'ring woe.
If in thy blessed repose above fond fancy still the past surveys,
Blame not, sweet saint, my ardent love, wont in these longing eyes to blaze.

From virtue's source, if sorrows rise, while tears my hopeless fate declare,
O justify these endless sighs, and now prefer one gracious prayer.
Bow to that awful hand divine, which made thy span of life so brief;
His mercy sue to shorten mine, and grant a suffering soul relief.