Has cheer’d my drooping spirits, and reviv’d
My saddening thoughts, when o’er the pavement smooth
It spins, and sleeps, and to its master’s hand
Does ample justice, now, alas! become
To all the rude inclemencies of weather,
To time and destiny’s relentless doom
A miserable victim, quite decay’d
With many services, and cleft throughout
All useless lies; ah! sight of saddest woe
To wretched me! of every hope bereft,