The tempest now shall howl unheard by you,
While ocean smites in vain the trembling shore;
On you the blast, surcharged with rain and snow,
In Winter’s dismal nights no more shall beat;
Unfelt by you the vertic Sun may glow,
And scorch the panting earth with baneful heat:
No more the joyful maid, with sprightly strain,
Shall wake the dance to give you welcome home;
Nor hopeless Love impart undying pain,
When far from scenes of social joy you roam;