said the soul of the Angel of the Off-shore
Wind:

(He that bits the thunder when the bull-mouthed breakers flee):

"I have watch and ward to keep

O'er Thy wonders on the deep,

And Ye take mine honour from me if Ye take away the sea!"

Loud sar g the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners: "Nay, but we were angry, and a hasty folk are we! If we worked the ship together

Til she foundered in foul weather,

Are we babes that we should clamour for a venge

ance on the sea?"

Then said the souls of the slaves that men threw

overboard:

"Kennelled in the piaroon a weary band were we; But Thy arm w

And it touch

strong to save,

us on the wave,

And we drow : the long tides idle till Thy Trum

pets to the sea."

Then cried me soul of the stout Apostle Paul to God: "Once we frapped a ship, and she laboured

..oundily.

ere were fourteen score of these,

And they blessed Thee on their knees,"

When they learned Thy Grace and Glory under

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Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners,
Plucking at their harps, and they plucked

unhandily:

"Our thumbs are rough and tarred,

And the tune is something hard

May we lift a Deep-sea Chantey such as seamen use at sea?"

Then said the souls of the gentlemen-adventurersFettered wrist to bar all for red iniquity:

"Ho, we revel in our chains

O'er the sorrow that was Spain's;

Heave or sink it, leave or drink it, we were masters of the sea!"

Up spake the soul of a gray Gothavn 'speckshioner— (He that led the flinching in the fleets of fair

Dundee):

"Oh, the ice-blink white and near,

And the bowhead breaching clear!

Will Ye whelm them all for wantonness that wallow

in the sea?"

Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners, Crying: "Under Heaven, here is neither lead nor

lee!

Must we sing for evermore

On the windless, glassy floor?

Take back your golden fiddles and we'll beat to

open sea!"