Transfixed he stood, with awful terror filled,
While down his cheek the silent drops distilled:
“O ill-starred votary of unspotted truth!
Untimely perished in the bloom of youth;
Should e’er thy friend arrive on Albion’s land,
He will obey, though painful, thy command;
His tongue the dreadful story shall display,
And all the horrors of this dismal day:
Disastrous day! what ruin hast thou bred,
What anguish to the living and the dead!