Doomed by Heaven’s long-slumbering ire.
He who formed thee—could command thee
Earth to cleanse and man to slay,
Gave Himself an expiation—
Saved by death from Death his prey.
Tempests! who disclose the caverns,
Dungeons drear beneath the seas,
Toying with the proudest navies,
Hurling down the giant trees:
He who curbs your wildest fury,