To Ruin

      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;      Tho' thick'ning, and black'ning,      Round my devoted head.       And thou grim Pow'r by life abhorr'd,      While life a pleasure can afford,      Oh! hear a wretch's pray'r!      Nor 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 is throbbing 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!