An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
But how can finite grasp Infinity?
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.
Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.
If you are for a merry jaunt, I will try, for once, who can foot it farthest.