’Tis midnight! scarce yon barque can make
Her way where seething billows break,
And still the winds and waters shake
The heavens in their rivalry.
Though darker yet the airy dome,
Speed, gallant ship, across the foam!
On! on! Dundee! and gather home
Those wrecks of frail humanity!
But none shall wake where many sleep,
Their bier shall be the trackless deep;