The Dam Dissolves, the Ice-Plain Growls, the Floods Dash on, the Water Howls
She places the mother safe on the shore;
Fair Susan then turns tow’rd the flood once more.
“Oh whither? Oh whither? The breadth fast grows,
Both here and there the water o’erflows.
Wilt venture, thou rash one, the billows to brave?” “THEY SHALL, AND THEY MUST BE PRESERVED FROM THE WAVE!”