He then described the gloom, the dread he found,
When first he landed on the chosen ground,
Where undefined was all he hoped and fear’d,
And how confused and troubled all appear’d;
His thoughts in past and present scenes employ’d,
All views in future blighted and destroy’d:
His were a medley of be wild’ring themes,
Sad as realities, and wild as dreams.
Here his relation closes, but his mind
Flies back again some resting-place to find;