While fiercer minds, impatient, angry, loud,
Force their vain grief on the reluctant crowd:
The party’s patron, sorely sighing, cried,
“Why would you urge me? I at first denied.”
Fiercely they answer’d, “Why will you complain,
Who saw no danger, or was warn’d in vain?”
A few essay’d the troubled soul to calm,
But dread prevail’d, and anguish and alarm.
Now rose the water through the lessening sand,
And they seem’d sinking while they yet could stand.