“Of what important use to human kind,
To what great ends subservient is the wind!
Where’er the aerial active vapour flies,
It drives the clouds, and ventilates the skies;
Sweeps from the earth Infection’s noxious train,
And swells to wholesome rage the sluggish main.
For, should the sea unagitated stand,
Death, with huge strides, would desolate the land;
The scorching sun, with unpropitious beam,
Would give to grief an everlasting theme;