Though lost to science and the nobler arts,
Yet Nature’s lore informed their feeling hearts;
Straight down the vale with hastening steps they hied,
Th’ unhappy sufferers to assist, and guide.
Meanwhile, those three escaped, beneath explore
The first advent’rous youth who reached the shore:
Panting, with eyes averted from the day,
Prone, helpless, on the tangly beach he lay.
It is Palemon! oh, what tumults roll
With hope and terror in Arion’s soul;