Song.

SONG.

"TOSS'D 'midst life's terrific storms, " My soul on Nature's centre clings, "Striving to taste each scatter'd 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;

"Absorb'd, unmov'd, resolv'd of mind, " I dare the elements assault, "'Midst roaring oceans plough'd by wind, " While thunders burst thro' heaven's high vault.

"On Virtue's base, and buoy'd by Hope, " I see peace beam through every cloud; "Benumb'd upon the shatter'd rope " Still grateful is my song, and loud.

"Grateful, for being rais'd from nought " To scenes where Nature's blessings shine, "Endued with fancy, love, and thought, " And dawnings of a soul divine! "