Probably written (c.1798) for performance at the Bath concerts.

The piece may be performed by a solo singer or with individual arias (direct speech) sung by singers of the appropriate gender.

Lyrics: The words by Wm. W. Esqr.

Near a cool grot, as Stella sat reclined,
In secret musing o'er the sorrows of her mind,
A youth advanced, with tender looks impress'd;
Who thus in accents mild the pensive maid address'd:

"Cease, lovely maid; those sorrows cease;
See at your feet your Colin kneel.
He comes to give that bosom peace,
And hear those lips his pardon seal.
That coolness, which my soul ne'er knew,
Was feign'd, my Stella's love to try:
The heart that once is pledg'd to you
Imbibes a flame that cannot die".

Transported, Stella heard the well-known voice,
Which quickly reach'd her heart; yet fearing to rejoice,
Till looking up she Colin's truth descried,
And in a trance of joy, thus sweetly she replied:

"Hail! Happy day, how blest to me,
Which gives my Colin's truth, to know
The heart-felt peace restor'd by thee
O'erpays my transitory woe.
No more shall grief disturb my rest,
No more mistrust pervade my mind
With anxious fears no more oppress'd,
I'll give all sorrow to the wind".