Giordani's song, arranged for use as a glee by Joseph Corfe.

Lyrics: Anna Maria Edwards

Dear image of the maid I love,
Whose charms you bring to view,
In absence some delight I feel
By gazing still on you.
Debarred her sight by tyrant pow'r
How wretched should I be,
But that I cheer each lonely hour,
By gazing still on thee.

Oh, could I call this fair one mine,
What rapture should I feel,
Oh, could I press that form divine,
Each hour my bliss would seal;
But ah, deprived of all her charms,
My soul can find no rest,
And should she bless another's arms
Despair would fill my breast.