‘And There Was No More Sea’

Revelation, xxi. 1.

The white-crested wave swirls by in the night With many a shriek and a moan! ’Tis the soul of a thief in its whirlpool plight-- Not water, but flesh and bone.

And this soul is torn and rent by the reef, And the frantic waves they fight For the milk-white blood this soul of a thief Sheds on the rocks each night.

And sinners laugh at the pangs and doles Foretold in Holy Writ, But the beautiful waves are dead men’s souls And the sea is the bottomless pit.