Henry, a Song

Whene'er the moon in silver pride,
Illumes the soft reflecting tide,
And spreads reviving lustre wide
Oh then I think on thee, Henry.
For so upon my darken'd view,
Thy love reviving splendours threw,
And life thou bad'st to shine anew,
And smile once more for me, Henry.

But ah! when o'er the rolling wave,
I see destructive tempests rave,
While nought can struggling sailors save,
Then then I think on thee, Henry.
For now thy love is mine no more,
To me life's cheering light is o'er,
Despair's dark billows round me roar,
And thou hast shipwreck'd me, Henry.