Vessel of Britain! proudly wert thou going, Thy strong foundations seated in the sea, Yet moving like the wind. The hearts were glowing, The steps were light, the melody was free, That ushered in that midnight jollity; Sad was the shock, and fearful was the doom, That quenched those happy hearts so suddenly; And sad it was to see their kindred come In quest o' the dearest brow, with hushing breath; Oh! that those blessed days should ne'er return, When Christ was ready at the gates of Death To bid them back, whom widowed souls would mourn! To make the parents' hope revive and burn, 'Why sorrowest thou? thy child but slumbereth.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS AND THE POET (FOR SARA TEASDALE) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE OL' TUNES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE by THOMAS GRAY IT COULDN'T BE DONE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST EVENING IN ENGLAND by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE |