Thy presence calms the raging seas, And to the throbbing breast gives ease Amid the tempest’s howl, When waves appear as mountains high, When swelling surges dash the sky, And foaming billows roll; When danger, with uplifted hand, Proclaims th’ approaching doom, Thou gently dost the stroke withstand, And dissipates the gloom. When caring, despairing, And deeming all as lost, Thy rays will portray still The long expected coast. III. Thou animates the hero’s flame; To him presents a deathless name In the ensanguin’d field: Thou dost his nerves with valour brace, Bids him, with bold undaunted face, Destructive weapons wield. War’s trumpet, breathing rude alarms, Strikes terror all around; Thy voice of fame, and honour’s charms, Outvies the direful sound. When falling, appalling The tumults wild increase, On wings then, thou brings then The harbinger of peace. IV. Thy power elates the student’s views; The paths of science kindly strews With never-fading flow’rs. Depriv’d of thee, how lovers mourn Dejected, restless and forlorn, In unfrequented bow’rs! Attending still on Hymen’s rites, Thou decorates the chain; Thy smile the sprightly maid invites And lures the youthful swain; Still easing, and pleasing, When stern misfortune stares, ’Mid losses, and crosses, Thou lightens all their cares. V. From life’s fair dawn to liart eve, We all thy flatt’ring tales believe, Enamour’d of thy art: Thy soft and salutary voice Gives birth to unexpected joys, And soothes the bleeding heart; And even at our latest hour, When earthly comforts fly, Thou dost, by a superior Pow’r, Death’s terrors all defy. Not grieving, when leaving This scene of dole and care, But viewing, pursuing A more exalted sphere. ON HAPPINESS. O happiness! where art thou to be found? What bow’r is blest with thy perpetual gleam? From court, from cot, ev’n while they seek thy stay, On thy soft pinions, rapid is thy flight. Thy name, not substance, is to mortals known. Repulse from thee makes drunkards stand aghast, Who nightly revel o’er the flowing bowl. In vain they seek thy progress to retard, A guest too noble to be thus detain’d. Thy quick elopement shews their sad mistake; Baulks hope, and certain disappointment brings. Misers for thee grope ’midst their bags of wealth, Nor find thy residence in golden ore: Fear, anxious care, bleak av’rice, and distrust, Forbid thy access to the grov’ling soul. Not riches, though in gorgeous pomp array’d, With all the dazzling splendour of the east, Secure thee ’mongst the gay, fantastic train. Pride and Ambition, vulture-like, appear, Gain access to the op’lent master’s heart, And bid defiance to thy sacred charms, Now swiftly banish’d from his sumpt’ous seat.