Her inmates long repel the hostile flood,
And shield their sacred charge in streams of blood;
So the brave mariners their pumps attend,
And help incessant, by rotation, lend;
But all in vain! for now the sounding cord,
Updrawn, an undiminished depth explored.
Nor this severe distress is found alone,
The ribs opprest by ponderous cannon groan;
Deep rolling from the watery volume’s height,
The tortur’d sides seem bursting with their weight—