Wreck of the Titanic, The – Tewksbury



Only an iceberg,
Oh! but the woe it spread;
As o’er the ocean,
The bodies of the brave lie dead;

Fathers and mothers
Torn from their lov’d ones so dear,
Drifted so mutely
‘Neath the moon so clear!

Oh! could those dear ones be called back again,
Oh! could the story be told without pain;
Heaven be merciful to those that are gone,
Heroes, All brave, Ever thy loss we’ll mourn.

Adrift in the lifeboats,
Out on the sea so drear;
Wives, Mothers, Sweethearts,
There were mingled in throes of fear;

Theirs is the sorrow,
Comes to the low and the high,
In home or hovel,
Under moonlit sky!

Reference: Tewksbury, Reginald M. (1912) “The Wreck of the ‘Titanic’”. In Titanica: The Disaster of the Century in Poetry, Song, and Prose by Steven Biel. New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 86-87.

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