A thousand souls in fear to God.
From peaceful slumbers wildly they uprose,
From games of whist, from dance and wine.
“Can it be so?” they cried in anguished pride—
“So sinking in the icy brine?”
But ah! alas! the hand of death hung o’er.
Alas for captain, ship and crew!
In headstrong haste they’d left the boats behind
That save men from the watery blue.
“Let there be women saved, and they alone!”