To lawless guilt, that flatters to betray—
While these reflections rack his feeling mind,
Rodmond, who hung beside, his grasp resign’d;
And, as the tumbling waters o’er him roll’d,
His outstretched arms the master’s legs enfold:
Sad Albert feels their dissolution near, }
And strives in vain his fettered limbs to clear, }
For death bids every clenching joint adhere: }
All faint, to Heaven he throws his dying eyes,
And, ‘Oh, protect my wife and child!’ he cries—