Of the things they’s seen, in the place they’s been;
An’ there ain’t no end o’ the things I’d do
Ef I owned a boat, an’ I owned a crew,
An’ an ile-skin coat, ’n’ a sweater, too,
For I love the salt o’ the sea, don’t you?
MID-OCEAN.
The wholeness of Almighty God lies fathoms deep, and stretches either side;
Colossal splendor rolls whichever way I look,
And never terminates,
Extols the secret power of Life.