Are now dismissed, the straining masts to ease;
Swift on the deck the stud-sails all descend,
Which ready seamen from the yards unbend;
The boats then hoisted in are fixed on board,
And on the deck with fastening gripes secured.
The watchful ruler of the helm no more
With fixed attention eyes th’ adjacent shore,
But by the oracle of truth below,
The wonderous magnet, guides the wayward prow.
The powerful sails, with steady breezes swelled,