_The Guns of H.M.S. Leviathan_
They that go down to the sea in ships--they heard it of old--
They shall behold His wonders, alone on the Deep, the Deep!
Have _we_ forgotten, we only? O, rend the heavens again,
Voice of the Everlasting, shake the great hills with thy breath!
Roll the Voice of our God thro' the valleys of doubt and death!
Waken the fog-bound cities with the shout of the wind-swept main,
Inland over the smouldering plains, till the mists unfold,
Darkness die, and England, England arise from sleep.