Tale such as mine was uttered now;
When all the elements are stirred
To hear a spirit’s fearful word.
Let lightnings flash—let thunders roll,
What terrors have they for the soul
That flees the golden eye of day,
And hates its beams e’en more than they!
I’ve revell’d in their light before
In many a sea, on many a shore—
On many a rock—on many a deck—