TO RUI N. ALL hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction breathing word, A fullen welcome, all! With With ftern-refolv'd, defpairing eye, For one has cut my dearest tye, And quivers in my heart. Then low'ring, and pouring, The Storm no more I dread; Tho' thick'ning and black'ning, Round my devoted head. II. And thou grim Pow'r, by Life abhorr'd, While Life a pleasure can afford, No more I fhrink appal'd, afraid; To close this fcene of care! When shall my foul, in filent peace, My weary heart its throbbings ceafe, Cold mould'ring in the clay; No No fear more, no tear more, To stain my lifeless face, Enclafped, and grafped Within thy cold embrace! ΤΟ |