THE LAST CHANTEY

"And there was no more sea."

THUS said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels and the Souls in their degree: "Lo! Earth has passed away

On the smoke of Judgment Day.

That Our word may be established shall We gather up the sea?"

Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners:

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Plague upon the hurricane that made us furl and flee!

But the war is done between us,

In the deep the Lord hath seen us

Our bones we'll leave the barracout', and God may sink the sea!"

Then said the soul of Judas that betrayèd Him:

"Lord, hast Thou forgotten Thy covenant with me?

And Ye take my day of mercy if Ye take away the

sea!"

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

Till she foundered in foul weather,

Are we babes that we should clamour for a vengeance on the sea?"

Then said the souls of the slaves that men threw

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overboard:

Kennelled in the picaroon a weary band were we;
But Thy arm was strong to save,

And it touched us on the wave,

And we drowsed the long tides idle till Thy Trum

pets tore the sea."

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

woundily.

There were fourteen score of these,

And they blessed Thee on their knees,

When they learned Thy Grace and Glory under

Malta by the sea!"

Then said the soul of the Angel of the Off-shore

He that bits the thunder when the bull-mouthed

"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

Load sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners:

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