The Titanic

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Title:     The Titanic
Author: Helen Leah Reed [More Titles by Reed]

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.

[The end]
Helen Leah Reed's poem: Titanic

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