While social pleasure mark’d the passing hours.
From these sweet scenes I found myself remov’d,
I fear’d no more remember’d or belov’d.
Forgot by Nell, friendship seem’d sincere,
Such cold neglect, who undisturb’d could bear?
Mild Autumn now resigns to rougher skies,
And frightful storms, in wild commotion, rise.
The tempest howls, while dark December reigns,
And scatters desolation o’er the plains.
Just as the sun bursts from the wintry cloud,