With flaggy wing th' infected air he wounds,
'Till hovering o'er the vessel's murky bounds,
The master's kindred form he cowering spies—
Swift through the sanguin'd eye rapacious hies
To the congenial mansion rushes prone,
And on the willing heart erects his throne.
Then Tyranny inflam'd stalks uncontrol'd,
And raging Furies their sharp stores unfold.
Pallid or black—the free or fetter'd band,
Fall undistinguish'd by the ruffian hand.