Classic Poem

Bold was his breast, who dar'd to brave
Untry'd the horrors of the wave,
In a frail bark intrust his ease
And safety to the stormy seas;
Nor fear'd the winds, that dreadful rise,
And mix the billows with the skies,
The winds that rule the ocean's rage,
Of pow'r to rouse it, or asswage;
Nor the unfriendly stars, that shed
Destruction on the sailor's head.
Could death an ill to him appear,
Who view'd the deep without a fear?
While monsters of prodigious size
On ev'ry side are seen to rise,
While swelling seas assail the sky,
And hidden rocks in ambush ly,
To lure the sailor to his doom,
And whelm him in a watry tomb.