to ruin
all hail! inexorable lord!
at whose destru-breathing word,
the mightiest empires fall!
thy cruel, woe-delighted train,
the ministers of grief and pain,
a sullen wele, all!
with stern-resolv'd, despairing eye,
i see each aimed dart;
for one has cut my dearest tie,
and quivers in my heart.
then low&#, and p,
the storm no more i dread;
tho' thick'ning, and bck'ning,
round my devoted head.
and thou grim pow'r by life abhorr'd,
while life a pleasure afford,
oh! hear a wretch's pray'r!
nor more i shrink appall'd, afraid;
i court, i beg thy friendly aid,
to close this se of care!
when shall my soul, in silent peace,
resign life's joyless day—
my weary heart its throbbing cease,
ould&# in the cy?
no fear more, no tear more,
to stain my lifeless face,
encsped, and grasped,
within thy cold embrace!