THE LOSS OF THE TITANIC.
T The wild winds moan a requiem for the dead
H Hard by Newfoundland. In an icy bed
E England’s, America’s, illustrous men
L Lie side by side, vanished from mortal ken.
O Oh! Earth is plunged in grief: brothers are we;
S Souls cry to souls across that cold grey sea.
S So late she sped along that gleaming track,
O Oh! could unnumbered tears but call her back.
F Forth to her doom with twice seven hundred breasts
T Throbbing with pulsing life, that floating palace rests.
H Howl loud ye winds! Ye cruel ice-floes weep!
E E’en though thy victims, yet they calmly sleep,
T Thou canst not harm them more. The human tears
I In memory’s casket down the future years
T Their grief will take; recount the awful fate.
A Alas! Those calls for aid which came too late
N Nought could avail. The mammoth vessel dashed
I In sudden thundering, while her timbers crashed.
C Caught in the vortex ’neath the deafening boom;
I Instant the shock which hurled her to her doom.
N No fond adieu; gone beyond time and sense,
M Mourn for the sudden call of those departed hence.
E E’en though their burial place, the lonely deep,
M Mutely we plead with Him their souls to keep.
O On their dear forms no more, or their sweet eyes
R Resting on beauty’s lines n’er may they rise.
I In their dark home they lie while billows surge
A Around that sunken ship, and chant a dirge
M Mournful for they who sleep beneath the surge.