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186 "Howl on, ye winds! ye tempests, howl! your rage is spent in vain: Despite your strength, your frowns, your hate, I'll ride upon the main. Defiance to your idle shrieks! I'll sail upon my path: I cringe not for thy Maker's smile,—I care not for His wrath!"

He ceased. An awful silence fell: the tempest and the sea Were hushed in sudden stillness by the Ruler's dread decree. The ship was riding motionless within the gathering gloom; The Dutchman stood upon the poop and heard his dreadful doom. The hapless crew were on the deck in swooning terror prone,— They, too, were bound in fearful fate. In angered thunder-tone