With keen infliction giv'n, the stern command
Cut with relentless stroke the tender band.
The pious maid, with dutious, fearful smart,
Tore the fond lover from her trembling heart.
Despairing, doating—with distracted mien—
He flew the spot, and chang'd the heav'nly scene;
Rush'd to the rigours of the frozen pole,
To quench the conflicts of his fervid soul:
His fervid griefs the frozen aid deny,
And brave the winter of an arctic sky;