And from the wreck on oars and rafts descend;
Now on the mountain-wave on high they ride,
Then downward plunge beneath th’ involving tide;
Till one, who seems in agony to strive,
The whirling breakers heave on shore alive:
The rest a speedier end of anguish knew,
And prest the stony beach a lifeless crew!
Next, O unhappy chief! th’ eternal doom
Of Heaven decreed thee to the briny tomb:
What scenes of misery torment thy view!