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Then said the souls of the gentlemen-adventurers—
  Fettered wrist to bar all for red iniquity:
     “Ho, we revel in our chains
     O’er the sorrow that was Spain’s;
  Heave or sink it, leave or drink it, we were masters of the sea!”

Up spake the soul of a gray Gothavn ’speckshioner—
  (He that led the flinching in the fleets of fair Dundee):
     “Oh, the ice-blink white and near,
     And the bowhead breaching clear!
  Will Ye whelm them all for wantonness that wallow in the sea?”

Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners,
  Crying: “Under Heaven, here is neither lead nor lee!
     Must we sing for evermore
     On the windless, glassy floor?
  Take back your golden fiddles and we’ll beat to open sea!”

Then stooped the Lord, and He called the good sea up to Him,
  And ’stablished his borders unto all eternity,
     That such as have no pleasure
     For to praise the Lord by measure,
  They may enter into galleons and serve Him on the sea.

Sun, Wind, and Cloud shall fail not from the face of it,
  Stinging, ringing spindrift, nor the fulmar flying free;
     And the ships shall go abroad
     To the Glory of the Lord
  Who heard the silly sailor-folk and gave them back their sea!