The hardest hearts, in this sad interval.
But hark again to voices loud and high!
Once more that hope, that dread, that agony,
That panting expectation! “Oh! reveal
What must be known, and think what pangs we feel!”
In vain they ask! The men now landed speak 250
Confused and quick, and to escape them seek.
Our female party on a sailor press, }
But nothing learn that makes their terror less; }
Nothing the man can show, or nothing will confess. }