Chapter 25 No.25

"For now, from sight of land diverted clear,

They drove uncertain o'er the pathless deep;

Nor gave the adverse gale due course to steer,

Nor durst they the design'd direction keep:

The gathering tempest quickly raged so high,

The wave-encompass'd boat but faintly reach'd my eye."

Vision of Patience.

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Such was the state