Where a sure haven for mankind should be,

Small didst thou count thy peril on the sea,

The worn old-world, and westward as the star

Of Power moves, nor tyranny nor war

Yet fades not like the substance of a dream—

Nation to Nation, State to State shall seem

1893

1893

THE TITANIC

THE TITANIC

 Out of the misty North A stealthy foeman stole; Far from the haunted Pole On the wide sea went he forth, And he met a giant ship As he scoured the sea for toll It cannot reach its goal Crushed in his icy grip.  "Of every four just three" This was his deadly dole. Unseen he called the roll Ah! a cold grave is the Sea. Yet the Sea is not the end, And Life is not the whole. Over each heroic soul Shall Eternity extend. 

A stealthy foeman stole;

Far from the haunted Pole

As he scoured the sea for toll

It cannot reach its goal

This was his deadly dole.

Unseen he called the roll

And Life is not the whole.

Over each heroic soul

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