When o’er it sorrow spread her sickening gloom?
While yet a stripling, oft with fond alarms
His bosom danced to Nature’s boundless charms;
On him fair Science dawned in happier hour,
Awakening into bloom young Fancy’s flower:
But soon Adversity, with freezing blast,
The blossom withered, and the dawn o’ercast.
Forlorn of heart, and by severe decree
Condemned reluctant to the faithless sea,
With long farewell he left the laurel grove,