Poems (David)/The Pathless Deep
THE PATHLESS DEEP.
GIVE me, oh, give me the pathless deep, The boundless ocean, fair and wide;With a fine breeze rising from its sleep, And the swiftly running tide!
The stately ship, with her snowy shroud, Flinging back the glittering spray:'Tis a sight to make the seaman proud, As she flies on her onward way!
Proudly she spurns the billows' crest, As she bends 'neath the rising gales;Along she flies, o'er the ocean's breast, With her well filled snow-white sails!
Give me, give me the trackless sea— The fair ocean so free and wide;—'Tis all I ask,—'tis enough for me, With a good ship for my fair bride!