Owning no king save a mighty One!
Following His dictates, and His alone.
Water is beautiful—sounding clear,
Like distant music upon the ear,
Bubbling light, sparkling bright, bounding still
With a joyous laugh adown the hill,
Clapping its hands with a noisy glee,
Shouting I’m bound for the sea, the sea!
I’ll bear my spoils to the Ocean’s tide—
Hurrah! hurrah! the earth’s my loved bride;