O' Sea!

O' sea! O' cerulean brine!
With your crystalline waves crashing upon the champagne shore--
Full fathoms of depth so deep no man can ever fathom.
What more could be said? Why even implore?

Most of the Earth is awash in your splendor--
Neither man, nor beast can mar your sapphire glow--
No eye can see beyond your distant horizon--
No beginning can be presented--and no ending can be shown!

But how many do know of what you formerly were?
How you watered the Earth with your dewdrops pearly--
How you kept all life alive from the storms of deathly fate--
How the Arctic palm trees grew ever so early--

How behemoth creatures fed off the fat of your pasture--
How clear was the air before the smothering of the smog--
How clean was the dirt before its fouled and filthy state--
How pure was your rain--that crystalline, heavenly fog!

And what a day that will be after the ceasing of this night!
What a day! What a day! Having neither need of the moon, nor the sun.
When all is restored from wrong to eternally right
With the bad eternally ceased, and the good work all well and done!

And again watering the Earth with your dewdrops pearly--
All drought and dearth in Earth will forever cease in existence.
And all in ignorance shall know, either late or even early,
The privilege of the Knowledge. Its existence, and His persistence!