And burn them as a sacrifice to Him
Who gives him power o'er Nature: next he limns
With silver wand upon the smooth firm beach
A mimic ship—look out, where ocean's verge
Meets the blue sky, a whitening speck is seen,
That nears and nears—her canvass spreads to heav'n;
Fair blows the wind, and roaring through the waves,
On comes the Demon ship, in which he sails
To farthest Ind—but this adventure needs
A sacrifice more potent—human marrow