And say, “Now, Peter, thou’st no boy to beat;”
Infants at play when they perceived him, ran,
Warning each other - “That’s the wicked man;”
He growl’d an oath, and in an angry tone
Cursed the whole place and wish’d to be alone.
Alone he was, the same dull scenes in view,
And still more gloomy in his sight they grew:
Though man he hated, yet employ’d alone
At bootless labour, he would swear and groan,
Cursing the shoals that glided by the spot,