Song: Some Kind Angel, Gently Flying

SOME kind angel, gently flying,
Mov'd with pity at my pain,
Tell Corinna, I am dying.
Till with joy we meet again.
Tell Corinna, since we parted,
I have never known delight :
And shall soon be broken-hearted.
If I longer want her sight.
Tell her how her lover, mourning.
Thinks each lazy day a year ;
Cursing every morn returning.
Since Corinna is not here.
Tell her too, not distant places,
Will she be but true and kind,
Join'd with time and change of faces,
E'er shall shake my constant mind.