Song: I once rejoiced, sweet evening gale...

I once rejoiced, sweet evening gale, To see thy breath the poplar wave; But now it makes my cheek turn pale, It waves the grass o’er Henry’s grave. Ah! setting sun! how changed I seem! I to thy rays prefer deep gloom, — Since now, alas! I see them beam Upon my Henry’s lonely tomb. Sweet evening gale, howe’er I seem, I wish thee o’er my sod to wave; Ah! setting sun! soon mayst thou beam On mine, as well as Henry’s grave!