No shipwrecked sailor from the following waves
Would seek a shelter in those haunted caves.
There flock the damned! there Satan reigns, and revels!
And thence yon isle is called (( The Isle of Devils!”
Nor think, on rumour’s faith this tale is given:
Once, hot in youthful blood, when hell nor heaven
Much claimed my thoughts, (the truth with shame I tell;
Holy St. Francis, guard thy votary well! )
In quest of water near that isle I drew:
When lo! such monstrous forms appalled my view,