Place me beneath the gelid zone,
Near winter's adamantine throne,
Where farthest ocean foams with icy roar
Along the bleak, inhospitable shore:
If Freedom to the smoky dome
With fur-cloath'd mortals deign to roam;
Thro' snowy wastes the dome I'll seek:
What hinders to enjoy the freezing year!
For Property will there appear;
And chearful Health, with rosy cheek,
Pursue the panting prey;
Or, mindful of the lengthen'd day,
Sit chaunting on the mountain's chrystal brow,
Where hanging torrents shine below;
Nor will Cimmerian Sleep forget to bring
Safe slumbers, waving at his downy wing.