Winter days are wild and fierce; Rapid gusts each crevice pierce.

And see how FREDERIC spends the day; Behold him rise at dawning light To form his troops for future fight; Thro' the firm ranks his glances pierce, Where discipline, with aspect fierce, And unrelenting breast, is seen Degrading man to a machine; My female heart delights to turn Where GREATNESS seems not quite so stern: Mild on th' IMPERIAL BROW she glows, And lives to soften human woes.

The bindweed roots pierce down Deeper than men do lie, Laid in their dark-shut graves Their slumbering kinsmen by.

whose greatness none can comprehend, Whose boundless goodness does to all extend, Light of all beauty, ocean without ground, That standing, flowestgiving, dost abound... Great ArchitectLord of this universe, That sight is blinded would thy greatness pierce.