Chapter 8 No.8

All the long afternoon it idly swings and sways; And on the shore the

crowd lifts up its hands and prays: Lifts to heaven and wrings the hands

so helpless to save, Prays for the mercy of God on him whom the rock and

the ways Battle for, fettered betwixt them, and who amidst their strife

Straggles to help his helpers, and fights so hard for his life, Tugging

at rope and at reef, while men weep and women swoon. Priceless second by

second, so wastes the afternoon. And it is sunset now; and another boat

and the last Down to him from the bridge through the rapids has safely

passed.