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132 When yellow Sands are sifted from below, The glitt'ring Billows give a golden Show: And when the fouler Bottom spews the Black, The Stygian Dye the tainted Waters take: Then frothy White appear the flatted Seas, And change their Colour, changing their Disease. Like various Fits the Trachin Vessel finds, And now sublime, she rides upon the Winds; As from a lofty Summit looks from high, And from the Clouds beholds the nether Sky; Now from the Depth of Hell they lift their Sight, And at a Distance see superior Light: The lashing Billows make a loud Report, And beat her Sides, as batt'ring Rams a Fort: Or as a Lion bounding in his Way, With Force augmented, bears against his Prey, Sidelong to seize; or unapal'd with Fear, Springs on the Toils, and rushes on the Spear: So Seas impell'd by Winds, with added Pow'r Assault the Sides, and o'er the Hatches tow'r. The Planks (their pitchy Cov'ring wash'd away) Now yield; and now a yawning Breach display: The roaring Waters with a hostile Tide Rush through the Ruins of her gaping Side. Mean time in Sheets of Rain the Sky descends, And Ocean swell'd with Waters upwards tends; One rising, falling one, the Heav'ns and Sea Meet at their Confines, in the middle Way: The Sails are drunk with Show'rs, and drop with Rain, Sweet Waters mingle with the briny Main. No Star appears to lend his friendly Light; Darkness, and Tempest make a double Night; But flashing Fires disclose the Deep by Turns, And while the Lightnings blaze, the Water burns. Now all the Waves their scatter'd Force unite, And as a Soldier foremost in the Fight, Makes