They tell me that the earth and sea
Will some day give up all their dead.
Oh, what a strange day that will be
To happen thus, as has been said:
Clothed in power a God will stand—
With outstretched hands this God will be—
With one foot on the sea-washed sand,
The other buried in the sea,
And loudly call: “Come forth, ye dead,
No matter where in death you fell;