They set me where the seas retire,
But drown with their returning tide;
And made me flee the mountain’s fire,
When rolling from its burning side.
I’ve hung upon the ridgy steep
Of cliffs, and held the rambling brier;
I’ve plunged below the billowy deep,
Where air was sent me to respire;
I’ve been where hungry wolves retire;
And (to complete my woes) I’ve ran