The Wintry West Extends His Blast, And Hail And Rain Does Blaw; Or The Stormy North Sends Driving Forth The Blinding Sleet And Snaw; While Tumbling Brown, The Burn Comes Down, And Roars Frae Bank To Brae; And Bird And Beast In Covert Rest, And Pass The Heartless Day. "The Sweeping Blast, The Sky O'Ercast,"[1] The Joyless Winter Day Let Others Fear, To Me More Dear Than All The Pride Of May: The Tempest'S Howl, It Soothes My Soul, My Griefs It Seems To Join; The Leafless Trees My Fancy Please, Their Fate Resembles Mine! Thou Power Supreme, Whose Mighty Scheme These Woes Of Mine Fulfil, Here, Firm, I Rest, They Must Be Best, Because They Are Thy Will! Then All I Want (O, Do Thou Grant This One Request Of Mine!) Since To Enjoy Thou Dost Deny, Assist Me To Resign!