The rising waves, and howl upon the deep;
Ships late becalm’d on mountain-billows ride -
So life is threaten’d and so man is tried.
Ill were the tidings that arrived from sea,
The worthy George must now a cripple be:
His leg was lopp’d; and though his heart was sound,
Though his brave captain was with glory crown’d,
Yet much it vex’d him to repose on shore,
An idle log, and be of use no more:
True, he was sure that Isaac would receive