Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TITANIC PYGMY, by ROBERT HUGH MORRIS First Line: Lord, we have boasted we are wise Last Line: And trav'lers to the unseen shore. Subject(s): Disasters; Humility; Ships & Shipping; Shipwrecks; Titanic (ship); Vanity; Worship | ||||||||
Lord, we have boasted we are wise; We comb the clouds with surcharged wires, And borrow their electric fans We snatch our message from the skies. And, Lord, we boasted we are strong; Our ships we build of fire-tried steel, A million rivets bind the keel Two million more the hulk along. We boasted, Lord, that we are swiftl We shoot like sea-birds o'er the waves No matter how the wind behaves, An into port we calmly drift. And lo! this warning from the sea That wisdom is but loaned to man, And that since first the world began All might and power belong to Thee. Swift are our titans; swifter far Than twinkling eye or quick-caught breath That messenger whom we call death Came riding in his noiseless car. Great God, teach us to boast no more; We have no wisdom and no might We are but pilgrims of a night And trav'lers to the unseen shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONSHIP by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK FOR I WILL CONSIDER YOUR DOG MOLLY by DAVID LEHMAN RUSSIAN CATHEDRAL by CLAUDE MCKAY LITTLE WHITE CHURCH by MARILYN NELSON A STEEPLE ON THE HOUSE by ROBERT FROST MATE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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