Repeat, O, Muse! the virtuous song Of him, whose bosom knew no art; Whose native measures, wild and strong, Poured the free dictates of his heart. "TOSSed 'midst life's terrific storms, "My soul on Nature's centre clings, "Striving to taste each scattered bliss, "And loudly grateful anthems sings. "When flying o'er the billowy deep, "Upborne the sounding waves among, "While winds the boiling ocean sweep, "And lightenings dart their fires along; "Absorbed, unmoved, resolved of mind, "I dare the elements assault, "'Midst roaring oceans ploughed by wind, "While thunders burst thro' heaven's high vault. "On Virtue's base, and buoyed by Hope, "I see peace beam through every cloud; "Benumbed upon the shattered rope "Still grateful is my song, and loud. "Grateful, for being raised from nought "To scenes where Nature's blessings shine, "Endued with fancy, love, and thought, "And dawnings of a soul divine!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST HOPE by ABRAHAM COWLEY AUBADE [OR, A MORNING SONG FOR IMOGEN], FR. CYMBELINE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE LEGEND OF ARA-COELI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPIPHANIE CAROL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: A PSALM OF CONFESSION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |