Song for All Seas, All Ships.

1 TO-DAY a rude brief recitative, Of ships sailing the Seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal; Of unnamed heroes in the ships—Of waves spreading and spreading, far as the eye can reach; Of dashing spray, and the winds piping and blowing; And out of these a chant, for the sailors of all nations, Fitful, like a surge. Of Sea-Captains young or old, and the Mates—and of all intrepid Sailors; Of the few, very choice, taciturn, whom fate can never surprise, nor death dismay, Pick’d sparingly, without noise, by thee, old Ocean—chosen by thee, Thou Sea, that pickest and cullest the race, in Time, and unitest Nations!…