The sinking of the Titanic, and other poems

by Clarence Victor Stahl

And turns the bloom of joy and pleasure up,—

Sing it!

If you’ve a good song to be sung,—

What matters how untuned your lyre may be,

What matters that it rings discordantly,

Only that your heart is welling o’er

With joyous strains that may fill out life’s score,—

Sing it!

THE ORIOLE

Bird of thy pretty plumage, thou