The History of Leith

March 26, 2012

Titanic Poem

A huge leviathan was that ship,
She sailed away on her maiden trip
To cross th’ Atlantic main ;
But no one dreamt as she moved away
With her living freight so glad an gay,
She’d ne’er return again.
Oh, no, her construction is up to date,
She cannot sink, whate’er her fate.
We’re safe, they said, but then
A troop of giants, from Arctic seas,
Came sailing in grim majestic ease
From out their icy den.
Obscured by their usual robe of mist,
The giants sailed onward just as they list
Toward the Southern Sea ;
And viewing the stately ship’s fair form.
Constructed to bear the wildest storm
And wave the flag of the free.
One giant caught her within his grasp
And ripped her with slow and sullen gasp,
Tore her from stern to stem.
Down she went to her two-mile grave,
Down ‘neath the Atlantic’s sea-green wave.
Crew, and Captain with them.
And a motley crowd of rich and poor
Full sixteen hundred, thereby or more
Of brave and gallant men.
The women and children they strove to save,
They went with the ship to her ocean grave,
But their efforts were not vain.
And now they sleep the sleep of the brave,
Their lives for the helpless freely they gave,
Honour to them be done.
The heroes who sleep in the ocean caves
While the salt sea water their corpses laves.
True glory they have won.
Why should it be, in the midst of life
O’ercome by death in the stern strife,
Ah, me, ’tis hard to say.
What we know not now, we may know erelong,
When all is righted that now seems wrong,
In that bright coining day.
Let us all bethink, mid life’s rush and speed,
Of dangers to which our hurry may lead ;
Dangers we can’t discern.
Our sea may be smooth, yet let us take heed,
There may be for us great danger indeed
In thoughtless unconcern.

source-South Leith Magazine 1912

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