The sinking of the Titanic, and other poems

by Clarence Victor Stahl

But ah! too soon the golden bowl will break,

And erst glad hearts shall then with sorrow quake.

Alas! that such dark clouds hide ’neath the sun

T’obscure him e’en before his race is done;

But ’tis most true,—a truth too sad to say,—

That we who smile, shall never smile alway.

BE STRONG

Be strong, O man of earth, be strong!

And rise to triumph through thy will;

Yea, drive the conquering tempter from thy soul