The demons of night flap their wings o’er the wave;
’Tis the shark’s dread abode—’tis the sea-monster’s cave—
And perils unnumber’d abound!
SECOND VOICE.
The rainbow at eve glads the mariner’s eye,
And all the rich hues of a tropical sky,
Emblazon the horizon round.
FIRST VOICE.
The same sky above, and the same sea below—
Dark or bright, rough or smooth, all the change he can know;