"When men go down to the sea in ships, 'Tis not to the sea they go; Some isle or pole the mariners goal, And thither they sail through calm and gale. When down to the ship they go. When souls go down to the sea by ships, And the dark ship's name is Death. Why mourn and wail at the vanishing sail? Though outward bound, God's world is round.
And only a ship is Death. When I go down to the sea by ship, And death unfurls her sail.
Weep not for me, for there will be, A living host on another coast,To beckon and cry, "All Hail"."
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