Such great majesty in them
In the simple act of breathing
Without voice, or reason
Shown nobility unobtrusive
Beneath the dark crests
Of a breaking prowed sea
So distant, so remote
Unknown, forgotten by all
For they that sing
Wading on finnéd wing
A melodic mariner muse
Their messages fused
In colder climes
Few and truly fine
Unicorns of the sea
Spiraled septres
The airs of dead men
An omen to sea lore
When men hunted them
The crime knew guilt
There amid the azure waves
See their plumes skyward
Gregarious creatures below
Once globally pursued
Their grace belies size
Now God's favour is known
That none should defile
His servants clad in blue