And into motion charm th’ expanding tide,
While earth impetuous round her axle rolls,
Exalts her watery zone, and sinks the Poles;
Light and attraction, from their genial source,
He saw still wandering with diminished force;
While on the margin of declining day
Night’s shadowy cone reluctant melts away—
Inured to peril, with unconquered soul,
The chief beheld tempestuous oceans roll;
O’er the wild surge when dismal shades preside,