But sorrow now o’erpow’rd by fear,
Soon is check’d the starting tear,
While in yonder piece I view,
100 Which Vanderveld’s bold pencil drew
Through all it’s gloom’d extent the ocean
Work’d into wild impetuous motion,
And with more dread t’ impress the soul
Grimly frowns the lurid sky,
And the condensing vapours roll,
And the fork’d light’nings fly---