And Virtue’s Heavenly smiles reward
The deeds which her own impress bear.
Then Winter, seal old Hudson’s tides,
Haspedoc’s rapid course arrest;
And where their streams triumphant glide,
Be thy restricting powers confest.
We then, from all intrusion free,
Will consolation find in this,
That thy severe, though kind decree,
Confines us to ourselves and bliss.