And oft Thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks;
And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve,
By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales.
Thy bounty shines in Autumn unconfin’d,
And spreads a common feast for all that lives.
In Winter awful Thou! with clouds and storms
Around Thee thrown, tempest o’er tempest roll’d.
Majestic darkness! on the whirlwind’s wing,
Riding sublime, Thou bidst the world adore,
And humblest nature with Thy northern blast.