And, as his doom new horrors seem t' await,
His manly heart sinks at th' uncertain fate.
The yawning deck now opes the dreary cell;
Hot mists exhale in many a putrid smell.
Loaded with chains, at length the hapless slave,
Plung'd in the darkness of the floating cave,
With horror sees the hatch way close his sight—
His last hope leaves him with the parting light!
Now from the embattled pests that cloud the shore,
And hovering wait the ripe, avenging hour,