How Darkly O'Er Yon Far-Off Mountain Frowns The Gather'D Tempest! From That Lurid Cloud The Deep-Voiced Thunders Roll, Aweful And Loud Tho' Distant; While Upon The Misty Downs Fast Falls In Shadowy Streaks The Pelting Rain. I Never Saw So Terrible A Storm! Perhaps Some Way-Worn Traveller In Vain Wraps His Torn Raiment Round His Shivering Form Cold Even As Hope Within Him! I The While Pause Me In Sadness Tho' The Sunbeams Smile Cheerily Round Me. Ah That Thus My Lot Might Be With Peace And Solitude Assign'D, Where I Might From Some Little Quiet Cot, Sigh For The Crimes And Miseries Of Mankind!