Against an unseen foe.
“‘All hands on deck!’ was now the cry,
‘For we are sinking fast;
Our boats were stove by that last wave—
This night will be our last;
There’s not a plank on board the tank,
She’s steel, from keel to mast.’
“‘The captain stood upon the bridge;’
All hands were now on deck;
The waves went down, the sun came up,