Upon that ship of gorgeous pride.
Her engines tore in frenzy o’er and o’er,
Her powerful shafts did heave and quake,
As loud and clear her captain’s voice rang out,
“Speed on! Fear not the iceberg’s brake.”
Ahead there floundered in the chilly sea
A huge and bristling wall of ice.
“What shall we do?” her helmsman tremulously cried.
Word came, “Let’s cleave it in a trice,”
Whereat the mighty engines creaked and strained