Again I See My Bliss At Hand; The Town, The Lake Are Here. My Marguerite Smiles Upon The Strand Unalter'D With The Year. I Know That Graceful Figure Fair, That Cheek Of Languid Hue; I Know That Soft Enkerchief'D Hair, And Those Sweet Eyes Of Blue. Again I Spring To Make My Choice; Again In Tones Of Ire I Hear A God'S Tremendous Voice 'Be Counsell'D, And Retire!' Ye Guiding Powers, Who Join And Part, What Would Ye Have With Me? Ah, Warn Some More Ambitious Heart, And Let The Peaceful Be!