Thro' Thee, the Sea-boy climbs the giddy Mast,
And hears the furious Winds around him roar;
Beholds the whiten'd Surge; nor stands aghast,
Whilst curling Billows lash the sounding Shore:
Whilst black-fac'd Clouds ride o'er the troubled Sky,
And murm'ring Deeps proclaim the Tempest nigh.