"And so I have cast you, forgotten babe, Scarcely cased, into the rough turbulence Of this watery world. Let jellyfish, Decked like angels, your radiant chorus be 5 And cast starfish indicate a heaven In the unceasing motion of the deep; For props to make flush this tempest of death Nature is no short-supplier; let fins Serve for wings, the water itself for air 10 (O, if it were! how would you have drowned Save by too much breath and not lung enough To lap it up!) and let St. Peter lean With the emerald guard of a pipefish And all lit from above, and there's the set. 15 But there can be no journeying for you Who put all paradise in his clear eyes And then drowned his looks. What paradise's left Then for us, miserable above, In the dry panting air abandoned now 20 That yet your warm embraces remember But this: that we, poor broken-legged devils, Who cannot climb to that hard place May yet dive to heaven! Sweet gulf open And from my bare unprepared bosom 25 Sunder the willing soul!"
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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