Low lay the land we had left. Now the blue bound

us,

Even the Floor of the Gods level around us.

Whisper there was not, nor word, shadow nor showing,

Till the light stirred on the deep, glowing and growing.

Then did He leap to His place flaring from under,
He the Compeller, the Sun, bared to our wonder.
Nay, not a league from our eyes blinded with gazing,
Cleared He the gate of the world, huge and amazing!

This we beheld (and we live)—the Pit of the Burning!

Then the God spoke to the tree for our returning; Back to the beach of our flight, fearless and slowly, Back to our slayers went he: but we were holy.

Men that were hot in that hunt, women that followed, Babes that were promised our bones, trembled and

wallowed:

Over the necks of the Tribe crouching and fawning— Prophet and priestess we came back from the dawn

ing!

THE LAST CHANTEY

"And there was no more sea."

THUS said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels and the Souls in their degree: "Lo! Earth has passed away

On the smoke of Judgment Day.

That Our word may be established shall We gather up the sea?"

Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners: "Plague upon the hurricane that made us furl and flee!

But the war is done between us,

In the deep the Lord hath seen us

Our bones we'll leave the barracout', and God may sink the sea!"

Then said the soul of Judas that betrayèd Him:
"Lord, hast Thou forgotten Thy covenant with me?
How once a year
I go
To cool me on the floe?

And Ye take my day of mercy if Ye take away the

sea!"

Then said the soul of the Angel of the Off-shore
Wind:

(He that bits the thunder when the bull-mouthed
breakers fee):

"I have wa ch and ward to keep

O'er Thy wonders on the deep,

And Ye take aine honour from me if Ye take away the sea!"

Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners:
"Nay, but we were angry, and a hasty folk are we!
If we worked the ship together

Till she foundered in foul weather,

Are we babe; that we should clamour for a vengeance on the sea?"

Then said the souls of the slaves that men threw
overboard:

"Kennelled in the picaroon a weary band were we;
But Thy arm was strong to save,

And it touched us on the wave,

And we drowsed the long tides idle till Thy Trumpets fore the sea."

Then cried the soul of the stout Apostle Paul to God: