When lo! the clouds with glowing rage opposed,
And roaring thunders bid the heavens to weep.
Amid these scenes the fair-one op’d her eyes,
Her home afar was seen, to which she hied;
To steal concealment from th’ inclement skies,
But, by the lightning’s rage she fell—and died!
How impious ’tis for man to ask why heav’n,
Who rules aright amid the whirling storm,
Should snatch away the object it had given,
And let obnoxious worms destroy that form.