Classic Poem

Shadow'd with horror, o'er the trembling mind
A sober Calm of solemn Gladness steals,
Such as the hard-escaped Seaman feels
When Sands, and Whirling-Pools, and Rocks he leaves behind.
Well suits such Mood the sacred Theme we sing:
To Chance, and Change, and that mysterious Ring
The varying Round of Times, touch we th' encharmed String.