His dream confirm’d his thought:  with troubled look
  Straight to the western gate his way he took: 
  There, as his dream foretold, a cart he found,
  That carried compost forth to dung the ground. 
  This when the pilgrim saw, he stretch’d his throat, 270
  And cried out murder with a yelling note. 
  My murder’d fellow in this cart lies dead,
  Vengeance and justice on the villain’s head;
  You, magistrates, who sacred laws dispense,
  On you I call to punish this offence.

    The word thus given, within a little space
  The mob came roaring out, and throng’d the place. 
  All in a trice they cast the cart to ground,
  And in the dung the murder’d body found;
  Though breathless, warm, and reeking from the wound. 
  Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find
  Is boundless grace and mercy to mankind, 280
  Abhors the cruel; and the deeds of night
  By wondrous ways reveals in open light: 
  Murder may pass unpunish’d for a time,
  But tardy justice will o’ertake the crime. 
  And oft a speedier pain the guilty feels;
  The hue and cry of Heaven pursues him at the heels,
  Fresh from the fact; as in the present case,
  The criminals are seized upon the place:  290
  Carter and host confronted face to face. 
  Stiff in denial, as the law appoints,
  On engines they distend their tortured joints: 
  So was confession forced, the offence was known,
  And public justice on the offenders done.

    Here may you see that visions are to dread;
  And in the page that follows this, I read
  Of two young merchants, whom the hope of gain
  Induced in partnership to cross the main: 
  Waiting till willing winds their sails supplied, 300
  Within a trading town they long abide,
  Full fairly situate on a haven’s side.

    One evening it befell, that, looking out,
  The wind they long had wish’d was come about: 
  Well pleased, they went to rest; and if the gale
  Till morn continued, both resolved to sail. 
  But as together in a bed they lay,
  The younger had a dream at break of day. 
  A man he thought stood frowning at his side: 
  Who warn’d him for his safety to provide, 310
  Nor put to sea, but safe on shore abide. 
  I come, thy Genius, to command thy stay;
  Trust not the winds, for fatal is the day,
  And death unhoped attends the watery way. 
  The vision said; and vanish’d from his sight: 
  The dreamer waken’d in a mortal fright: 
  Then pull’d his drowsy neighbour, and declared
  What in his slumber he had seen and heard. 
  His friend smiled scornful, and with proud contempt
  Rejects as idle what his fellow dreamt. 320
  Stay, who will stay:  for me no fears