Much greater men, yet meeting every eye,
I do confess a fear - but he will pass me by.”
Vain hope! the Justice saw the foe’s distress,
With exultation he could not suppress;
He felt the fish was hook’d - and so forbore,
In playful spite to draw it to the shore.
Hammond look’d round again; but none were near,
With friendly smile to still his growing fear;
But all above him seem’d a solemn row
Of priests and deacons, so they seem’d below;