Piercing blast and thundering gale;
Far from frozen climes he brings
Sleet and snow, and blanching things.
He has trod the North Pole round,
Long in icy fetters bound;
Swept by Greenland’s frigid shore,
Where the western billows roar—
Roamed o’er Lapland’s ice-bound plains,
Where chaotic darkness reigns;
Rested on that land of woe