THE OLD CAPTIVE
The ancient treasure piles of dead kings' fleets,
The mighty bones long bleached beneath the Sea,
The mighty bones long bleached beneath the Sea,
There where cool corals and still seaweeds twine,
There on the solemn level ocean floor,
Till God's great arm shall terribly plough the deep,
I shall lie long and rest beneath the Sea.
There on the solemn level ocean floor,
Till God's great arm shall terribly plough the deep,
I shall lie long and rest beneath the Sea.
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