William Falconer

Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Bilges the splitting vessel on the rock; Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims shuddering cast their eyes In wild despair; while yet another stroke With strong convulsion …

The sacred lamp of day Now dipt in western clouds his parting ray.

High in his chariot glow'd the lamp of day.

Thou living ray of intellectual fire.

With living colours give my verse to glow: The sad memorial of a tale of woe!