Since Dark December Shrouds The Transient Day, And Stormy Winds Are Howling In Their Ire, Why Com'St Not Thou, Who Always Can'St Inspire The Soul Of Cheerfulness, And Best Array A Sullen Hour In Smiles? - O Haste To Pay The Cordial Visit Sullen Hours Require! - Around The Circling Walls A Glowing Fire Shines; - But It Vainly Shines In This Delay To Blend Thy SpirIt's Warm Promethean Light. Come Then, At Science', And At Friendship'S Call, Their Vow'D Disciple; - Come, For They Invite! The Social Powers Without Thee Languish All. Come, That I May Not Hear The Winds Of Night, Nor Count The Heavy Eave-Drops As They Fall. Dec. 21St, 1782.