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 its 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!