Helen Maria Williams - Lines To Helen lyrics

She lives-that first pulsation of the heart Is life!-receive, dear babe, thy destin'd part; Yet frail thy being as the op'ning rose When chill the rude wind blows. But ah, be like the blossom of the vale, Lov'd infant, shelter'd from the mountain gale; On whose meek head descend no ruffling showers, Who lives the span of flowers. And far from thee may sorrow's tempest bend, Nor ever wasting pangs the bosom rend; Calm be thy day of life, and o'er its bloom May evening mildly come!