Whether he grasps the wreck amid the waves,
Or treads in pride the well appointed deck
Of richly freighted galleon; or is doom’d,
Like Selkirk, in his lonely isle, to dwell
More desolate because his ear had heard,
In Scottish valley, the sweet Sabbath bell;
Or chases, with the seamen of the north,
The monster-whale, by Greenland’s sounding shore,
Where crystal icebergs lift their glittering peaks,
And bathe with rainbow hues the snowy vales;