Or scatters on the dark and restless Mind
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A thousand sooty Images of Death,
All horrible, and making Guilt's repose
Like to the fearfull rest the Vessel feels
In the dread Chasm of the tempestuous Sea,
Arch'd by the Wave that pauses o'er the Gulph,
While Sea-men urge their momentary prayer,
And with Heart-shrinking Horror view their Grave.
But hark, he speaks—attend the Wretches Tale—