The Missing Ship
No News from the missing ship with her precious freight of lives,
though on the watch for tidings are husbands, lovers, wives.
The nation's mind is troubled
to learn the vessel's fate,
safe haven may she find at last, with her thrice-precious freight.
The sea is a mighty mistress, in this dread world of ours.
Roaring In Polar regions, or building coral bowers.
Within her grand old chambers, what treasures lie concealed.
The conquering fleets of Carthage and hosts with spears and shield.
No news from the missing ship has she struck on frozen shores?
Or by an iceberg shattered, sought port in the far Azores?
Or anchorage forever, in ocean has she found.
Vast tomb where hope lies buried, and Royalty discrowned.
The winds we have questioned often, that landward wildly blow,
They only moan and whistle, but say not yes, nor no!
When will the missing steamer approach our coast again?
Give answer blast of midnight, give answer, roaring main!
Prayers for her safety nightly rise from a million lips.
A glimmering of hope remain, that should not know eclipse.
May the signal gun give token that she is underway.
With her precious freight of human lives and moving up the Bay.
Author unknown
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