From the sweet realms of bliss on high,
I love and charity impart;
I punish vice, bid sorrow fly,
And bind the wounded, suff'ring heart.
Fear not, angels 'round will hover,
Be faithful, yield not to despair,
--- in sleep awaits her lover,
Joy will repay all perils there.
Th' Enchanted Maiden sleeps in vain
To hope redress from other arm,
Foul [?] magic forged the mighty chain,
But love and honor breaks the charm.
Let not terror thy heart dissuade,
Danger will yield to courage still,
Think on thy love - th' Enchantred Maid
Waits her release by knightly will.