first line (public domain): All hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, The mightiest empires fall! They 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 tye, 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.