They cursed the sleeping vengeance of the laws,
That thus forgot her guardian sailors’ cause.
Meanwhile the master’s voice again they heard,
Whom, as with filial duty, all revered:
“No more remains—but now a trusty band
Must ever at the pumps industrious stand;
And, while with us the rest attend to wear,
Two skilful seamen to the helm repair—
And Thou, Eternal Power! whose awful sway,
The storms revere, and roaring seas obey!