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But, lo! the rocks—and, like a maniac moved,At once thy rage begins, and all aroundVex'd by th' obstreperous waves thy shores resound;Check'd by the steadfast reef, as one reproved,More fierce the torrent raves, and flings his frothAloft, and tosses on his flinty bed.Ill fares the wretch, e who there by night misled,Strives with strain'd oar against its matchless wrath:For close before him sinks the dreadful steep;O'er which th' Herculean stream f shall quickly hurlHim and his struggling bark, with headlong whirl,Dash'd on the turrets of the craggy deep, Many a dark fathom down. The stunning roar Ontario's g ramparts shakes, and Erie's distant shore.
