O! grief outstrips the rapid wing of time
In marring youthful beauty! See this scar!
His cutlas gave it—but I mastered him.
Their chief subdued, the rover soon surrendered.
Stranger.His destiny?
Sailor.The yard-arm, and a halter.
I saw him pass away.
Stranger.And said he nothing?
Sailor.Naught to the crowd—but I remember this:
In the sunset of existence,