If we could know the Ocean all
not vast nor deep would we it call,
And if we did not have a nerve
No secrets would our hearts unearth,
And if the stars could be well-known
No stories there would we have sown,
No lovers would play hide and chase
No sportsman’d dare to win a race,
And all we would not call ourselves
would parch the desert of it’s wells,
For without depth and current vast
no sea-born pearl would fare to last,
And tender hearts would hesitate
And space would darkness saturate,
And time would turn with grudge and groan
whilst oceans shallow we’d bemoan
That depth profound would nothing mean
For Truth our hearts would not be keen.

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