Thy snawie bosom sunward spread,

Thou lifts thy [unassuming head]

In [humble guise];

But now the share uptears thy bed,

And low thou lies!

Such is the fate of simple Bard,

On life’s rough ocean [luckless starr’d]!

Unskillful he to note the card[9]

Of [prudent lore],

Till billows rage, and gales blow hard,