“Hail, holy light!”—Milton.
“Paulo majora canamus.”—Virgil.
As, when some lone, half-foundered bark,
Pent up in Northern regions dark
’Twixt icebergs and the rocky shore,
Where wintry billows wildly roar;
Where howling winds around her rave
And ocean yawns with many a grave;
The awe-struck crew are dumb with fear,
And shudder at the danger near;