Despairing of relief,
Her weeping children round
Beheld each hour
Death's growing power,
And trembled as he frown'd.
As helpless friends who view from shore
The labouring ship, and hear the tempest roar,
"As helpless friends who view from shore
The labouring ship, and hear the tempest roar."—p. 236.
While winds and waves their wishes cross,—