To his charming black-eyed nieceUncle Harry wishest peace!Wishes roses over strow'dO'er her sublunary road!
No rude winds around her howl,O'er her head no tempests scowl;No red lightnings flash around,No loud thunders rock the ground!
Bright has been her morning sun,Brighter still be that to come!All a blue serene above,Within, all innocence and love.
