With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, / England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Beginnings are apt to be shadowy and so it is the beginnings of the great mother life, the sea.

And surely We have honored the children of Adam, and We carry them in the land and the sea, and We have given them of the good things, and We have made them to excel by an appropriate excellence over most of those whom We have created.

I will go back to the great sweet mother,/ Mother and lover of men, the sea.

To multiply the harbors does not reduce the sea.

The sea being so deep and so large, I'm sure other mysteries lurk out there, unseen and unsolved.