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Count your blessing Each by one In feral truth, a standard of love Quest for worth- This isle and vase The dearest win Of home in Heaven And finding Whale- by ransom The bitter edge- will hold you near To telegraph and pod Mercy for days The sinewy nest With nearest war- to grave you And caution when- you lift to prose And Whale to protect In the Earth’s own heaviest waters A chain went up At random tide The mercy blowing high In truth we met In solemn day The Eucharist will find us first To Gottingen- and paying mire The Earth will have its tree And judgement come In plastic place We’ll blast the shore- in ecstasy.