Uncover’d met its fury. On his cheek
Despair sate terrible! For, mid the woes,
Of poverty and toil, he had not known,
’Till then, the horror-giving chearless hour
Of total Solitude!
He spoke—he groan’d,
But no responsive voice, no kindred tone
Broke the dread pause: For now the storm had ceas’d,
And the bright Sun-beams glitter’d on the breast
Of the green placid Ocean. To his Hut