The Sea

THE SEA, THE SEA
THE MIST OF GENTLE WAVES,
SHELLS AND PEDDLES ROLL IN,
SHOULD SINK BENEATH THE WAVES,
THUNDER'S SHOOK THE MIGHTY DEEP,
A BURST THE CANNON'S ROAR,
THE METOAR OF THE OCEANS AIR,
SHALL SWEEP THE CLOUD NO MORE,

A MOTHER CRIES, A DAUGHTER MOURNS,
AND THERE SHOULD BE HIS GRAVE,
NAIL TO THE MAST HIS HOLY FLAG,
SET EVERY TREADBARE SAIL,
AND GAVE HER TO GOD,