FRIEND to the gloomy shade of night!
Vast source of fanciful delight!
Power! whose care-dissolving sway,
The slave that pants o'er Indian hills,
The wretch whom snow-girt Zembla chills,
And wide creation's fertile race obey;
The joyous choristers that flit in air,
The mutes that dwell beneath the silver flood,
The savage howling o'er th' affrighted wood,
And man, th' imperious lord of all, thy power declare.