The Titanic Disaster Poem

Well could he have known this dreadful night, The sea would be his grave, Though he worked with all his might, For those whom he could save. This man a soldier once has been, Of military art, Proved himself full competent then, To do his noble part.

Major Butt, well known to fame, A lady did entreat, To kindly name him to his friends, Whom she perchance to meet. He forced the men to realize, The weaker they should save; He gave his life with no surprise, To the sea—a watery grave; And with a smile upon his face, He turned to meet his fate, Soon, soon the sea would be his grave, In and ever after date.

And Strauss, who did the children feed, Had mercy on the poor, And all such men the world doth need, To reverence evermore. Oh, may the union of Strauss and wife, Be memorial to all men, Each for the other gave their life, A life we should commend; and may all girls who chance in life, To read this poem thru, Emulate the deed of such a wife, As went down in the blue.

Down, down goes the great Titanic, With faster and faster speed, Until Alas! there comes a burst, She bade farewell indeed, Farewell, farewell to land and seas; farewell to wharves and shores, For I must land beneath the breeze, To reach the land no more, I carry with me more human weight, Than ever recorded before, To leave them on a land sedate, They will land. Oh! land no more.

Only a few you see, May tell the story, Of this great calamity; Husbands, wives, perhaps in glory, View the sad catastrophe. The Caparthia eastern bound, For the Mediterranean sea, Turned to the mighty sound, The wireless C.Q.D.

Quick was the preparation made, To warn the unfortunate few, For the homeless was cold and delayed, Being chilled by the wind as it blew. So to the youth, Through life has started, Be ever thoughtful and true, Stay by the truth, be not departed, Success shall come to you.

Oh, may you shun the Iceberg, By the dreadful work was wrought, and prosper by the lesson, This mighty ship has taught.

J.H. Mc Kenzie 1912

The Titanic Disaster Poem

On the cold and dark Atlantic, The night was growing late, Steamed the maiden ship Titanic, Crowded with human freight, She was valued at Ten Million. The grandest ever roamed the seas, Fitted complete to swim the ocean, When the rolling billows freeze.

She bade farewell to England, All dressed in robes in white, Going out to plow the briny deep, And was on her Western flight, She was now so swiftly gliding, In L Fifty and Fourteen, When the watchman viewed the monster, Just a mile from it, ‘Twas seen.

Warned by a German vessel, of an enemy just ahead, Of an Iceberg, that sea monster, That which the seaman dread. On steamed this great Titanic; She was in her swiftest flight; She was trying to break the record. On that fearful, fearful night.

Oh! she was plowing the Ocean, For speed by known before, But alas, she struck asunder, To last for ever more, A wireless message began to spread, Throughout the mighty deep, it said, “We have struck an iceberg, being delayed; Please rush to us with aid!”

The Captain, of the White Star Line, Who stood there in command, Was an admiral of seasoned mind, Enroute to the Western land. The Captain thought not of his life, But stood there to the last, And swimming saved a little child, As it came floating past.

Outstretched hand offered reward, For his brave and heroic deed, But the intrepid man went down aboard, Trying to rescue a passenger instead, This ill-starred giant of the sea, Was carried to his grave, On the last and greatest ship, was he, That ever cleft a wave.

Gay was the crew aboard this ship; Passengers large and small, They viewed the coming danger, They felt it one and all, On played the grand Orchestra, Their notes were soft and clear; They realized God’s power on land, On sea ’twas just as near.

So the played this glorious anthem, Continued on the sea, And repeated the beautiful chorus, “Nearer my God to thee.” Then silenced when the ship went down, Their notes were heard no more, Surely they’ll wear a starry crown, On that Celestial Shore.

Colonel Astor, a millionaire, scholarly and profound, Said to his wife, “I’ll meet you dear, Tomorrow in York Town.” His bride asked a seaman true, “Oh say! may husband go:” The echo came upon the blue, He answered, “he may, you know.”

This man rushed not to his seat, He seem to have no fear, Being calm, serene and discreet, Tendered it to a lady near, “Oh go, he said, my darling wife, Please be not in despair. Be of good cheer, as sure as life, I’ll meet you over there.”

J. H. Mc Kenzie 1912