The Sea-King. — Set to Music by the Chevalier Neukomm
C
ome sing, Come sing, of the great Sea-King,
And the fame that now hangs o’er him,
Who once did sweep o’er the vanquish’d deep,
And drove the world before him!
His deck was a throne, on the ocean lone,
And the sea was his park of pleasure,
Where he scattered in fear the human deer,
And rested,—when he had leisure!
Come,—shout and sing
Of the great Sea-King,
And ride in the track he rode in!
He sits at the head
Of the mighty dead,
On the red right hand of Odin!
He sprang, from birth, like a God on earth,
And soared on his victor pinions,
And he traversed the sea, as the eagles flee,
When they gaze on their blue dominions.
His whole earth life was a conquering strife,
And he lived till his beard grew hoary,
And he died at last, by his blood-red mast,
And now—he is lost in glory!
So,—shout and sing, &c.