succeeding hopes beguil'd.
fate oft tears the bosom chords
that nature finest strung;
so isabella's heart was form'd,
and so that heart was wrung.
dread omnipotence alone
can heal the wound he gave—
can point the brimful grief-worn eyes
to scenes beyond the grave.
virtue's blossoms there shall blow,
and fear no withering blast;
there isabella's spotless worth
shall happy be at last.