For rocky shores beneath our lee appear; }
But that’s remote, and instant death is here: }
Yet there, by Heaven’s assistance, we may gain
Some creek or inlet of the Grecian main;
Or, sheltered by some rock, at anchor ride
Till with abating rage the blast subside:
But if, determined by the will of Heaven,
Our helpless bark at last ashore is driven,
These counsels followed, from a watery grave
Our crew perhaps amid the surf may save:—