So thought the seaman as he bade adieu,
And, when in port, related all he knew.
But time was lost, inquiry came too late,
Those whom he served knew nothing of his fate;
No! they had seized on what the sailor gave,
Nor bore resistance from their abject slave.
The spoil obtain’d they cast him from the door,
Robb’d, beaten, hungry, pain’d, diseas’d, and poor.
Then nature, pointing to the only spot
Which still had comfort for so dire a lot,