Love, with rosy fetter,
Held us firmly bound;
Pure unmixd enjoyment
Grateful here we found.
Bosom, bosom meeting,
Gainst our youths we pressd;
Bright the moon arose, then,
Glad to see us blest.
Denmarks honour beckond,
Loud the canon roard;
Perishd in the battle
They whom we adord.
Sweet is, grave, thy slumber,
Free from care and noise;
Short are earthly sorrows,
Endless heavens joys.
