“But they came at last to a sea long past,
And as they reach’d its shore,
The Almighty’s breath spake out in death,
And the ammonite lived no more.
“And the nautilus now, in its shelly prow,
As o’er the deep it strays,
Still seems to seek, in bay and creek,
Its companion of other days.
“And thus do we, on life’s stormy sea,
As we roam from shore to shore,