They shout in agony, or shriek, or weep,
In vain! the waters gain upon them. Lo!
The ark careering past, their hands they stretch
For help; and now you see some drowning wretch
Pursue the sacred vessel; but in woe
No pity must they have; so on they go.—
Now all is one wide sea without a beach.
Morehead.
Behold the awful Deity enthroned
In darkness awful—inaccessible,