Why need I say, Louisa dear!
How glad I am to see you here,
       &nbspA lovely convalescent;
Risen from the bed of pain and fear,
       &nbspAnd feverish heat incessant.

The sunny showers, the dappled sky,
The little birds that warble high,
       &nbspTheir vernal loves commencing,
Will better welcome you than I
       &nbspWith their sweet influencing.

Believe me, while in bed you lay,
Your danger taught us all to pray:
       &nbspYou made us grow devouter!
Each eye looked up and seemed to say,
       &nbspHow can we do without her?

Besides, what vexed us worse, we knew,
They have no need of such as you
       &nbspIn the place where you were going:
This World has angels all too few,
       &nbspAnd Heaven is overflowing!