I. All Hail! Inexorable Lord! At Whose Destruction-Breathing Word, The Mightiest Empires Fall! Thy Cruel, Woe-Delighted Train, The Ministers Of Grief And Pain, A Sullen Welcome, All! With Stern-Resolv'D, Despairing Eye, I See Each Aimed Dart; For One Has Cut My Dearest Tie, And Quivers In My Heart. Then Low'Ring And Pouring, The Storm No More I Dread; Though Thick'Ning And Black'Ning, Round My Devoted Head. Ii. And Thou Grim Pow'R, By Life Abhorr'D, While Life A Pleasure Can Afford, Oh! Hear A Wretch'S Prayer! No More I Shrink Appall'D, Afraid; I Court, I Beg Thy Friendly Aid, To Close This Scene Of Care! When Shall My Soul, In Silent Peace, Resign Life'S Joyless Day; My Weary Heart Its Throbbings Cease, Cold Mould'Ring In The Clay? No Fear More, No Tear More, To Stain My Lifeless Face; Enclasped, And Grasped Within Thy Cold Embrace!