ADIEU! adieu! my only life,
⁠My honour calls me from thee:
Remember thou'rt a soldier's wife—
⁠Those tears but ill become thee.
What though by duty I am call'd
⁠Where thund'ring cannons rattle,
Where Valour's self might stand appall'd!
⁠When on the wings of thy dear love,
⁠To heaven above
⁠Thy fervent orisons are flown;
⁠The tender prayer
⁠Thou putt'st up there,
⁠Shall call a guardian angel down,
⁠To watch me in the battle.