The Song of the Fish Lord

“‘For all my life, I cannot tell

Why such a one would let thee fail

Like he who chasest holy whale

And die before he reach the grail.

The sea shall often have her way,

To break men’s wills and reap dismay

To take men’s lives then serenade

Widows and daughters with pounding waves.

Of all my rule in this vast sea, 

Where West and East shall never meet,

There is much yet beyond my reach,

But still, I count on, faithfully,

The tides and currents of the deep,

To carry me where I shalt be,

To be the fish Thou madest me.

So true can then I count on Thee

To make from me sweet victory.

Despite thy striving not to heed,

Such soundness saves thy soul’... you see.”

This is the song of the great fish, sung to a man so lost at sea that the island had to find him.