LINES TO THE OCEAN
Old Ocean, none knoweth thy story;
Man cannot thy secrets unfold,
Thy blue waves sing songs of thy glory
But where are thy treasures untold?
Man cannot thy secrets unfold,
Thy blue waves sing songs of thy glory
But where are thy treasures untold?
Are they hidden away in the mosses
And sea-weed that covers thy bed?
O tell us, where are all our losses,
Our gold and our gems and our dead?
And sea-weed that covers thy bed?
O tell us, where are all our losses,
Our gold and our gems and our dead?
O where are the loved ones who perished,
Who found in thy bosom their grave?
O where are the fond hopes so cherished
That sank 'neath thy cold, cruel wave?
Who found in thy bosom their grave?
O where are the fond hopes so cherished
That sank 'neath thy cold, cruel wave?
Ships loaded with jewels unnumbered
Have sunk in thy waters from sight,
While passengers, e¢'en while they slumbered,
Were lost in thy cold cheerless night.
Have sunk in thy waters from sight,
While passengers, e¢'en while they slumbered,
Were lost in thy cold cheerless night.
Down deep in thy depths they are buried,
No more on the earth will they shine.
Far, far, from our reach they are carried
To rest in the Ocean's vast mine.
No more on the earth will they shine.
Far, far, from our reach they are carried
To rest in the Ocean's vast mine.
Thou hast them, old Ocean, and mortals
Can never take from thee thy prey;
In thee did they find the tomb's portals,
And none knew the spot where they lay.
Can never take from thee thy prey;
In thee did they find the tomb's portals,
And none knew the spot where they lay.
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