SONG YES, thou art changed since first we met, But think not I shall e'er regret, Though never can my heart forget, The charms that once were thine: For, Marian, well the cause I know That stole the lustre from thine eye; That proved thy beauty's secret foe, And bade thy bloom and spirits fly: What laid thy health, my Marian, low, Was anxious care of mine. O'er my sick couch I saw thee bend The duteous wife, the tender friend, And each capricious wish attend With soft, incessant care. Then trust me, love, that pallid face Can boast a sweeter charm for me, A truer, tenderer, dearer grace Than blooming health bestowed on thee; .... For there thy well-tried love I see, And read my blessings there.