The Captain paused irresolute;—
“To leave the helpless little brute
To the wrecked seaman’s death accurst,
The slow fierce hunger, the mad thirst,—
“I wish not my worst enemy
Such death as that! Lay to!” said he.
The ship came up into the wind;
The slackening canvas flapped and dinned;
And the ship’s boat with scant delay
Was swung and lowered and away,—