Capel Lofft - The Ring lyrics

Dear, mystic circlet!.... orbs like thine are found Within their hallowd empire to enclose Such unimagin'd joys, such cares and woes, As still in hearts most sensible abound. O, since for me bliss animates thy mound Few be thy cares to her:--and only those Whence sympathy more sweet and tender flows And anguish with increas'd delight is crown'd. Dear circlet!--while with love and awe I gaze On thy pure gold, of constancy the sign, Ah, prompt, if once imagination strays, Recall my wedded thoughts to their blest shrine: Nor look unkind, nor pa**ion's angry sound, E'er touch her gentle heart who bears from me thy round!