Post nublia Phoebus. 
See, my love, yon angry deep,
Hear its wild tumultuous roar,
While the storm with furious sweep
Drives the billows to the shore.
On its agitated breast5
Mark yon vessel rudely tost;
And the mariner distrest
'Midst the 'whelming ruin lost.
Such the storm's distracting power,
Fate prepares for wretched Love,10
O'er our heads such tempests lower,
Doom'd distress, and fear to prove.
Ah! behold what sudden peace!
View the calm which reigns at last:
How the winds their contest cease15
Hush'd is every ruder blast.
The darkling gloom begins to fly,
The sun shines forth with cheering ray,
The wat'ry mirror of the sky
Brightens in the smiling day.20
The vale reviving glows again,
Again th'illumined hills shine clear,
The shadowy clouds flit o'er the plain,
And swiftly shifting, disappear.
So, my Love, the Heav'ns for us25
Shall assume a kinder form,
Our distress shall vanish thus,
Thus shall fly our cruel storm.
Bright the day for us shall shine,
Gloomy doubt shall disappear,30
Peace shall to our prayers incline
Fled our sorrow, care and fear.