How hast thou left the widow all forlorn;
And ever doomed the orphan child to mourn,
Through Life’s sad journey hopeless to complain:
Can sacred Justice these events ordain?
But, O my soul! avoid that wondrous maze
Where Reason, lost in endless error, strays;
As through this thorny vale of life we run,
Great Cause of all Effects, Thy will be done!”
Now had the Grecians on the beach arrived,
To aid the helpless few who yet survived: