The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-04-25
4" ATLANTIC."
BY n. v. rArLon.

Ar. build her long and narrow and deep;
ahe shall out the with cimeters sweep,
whatever betides and whoever may weep!
BrinR cut the red wine Lift the glass to the lip;
win he roar OF great guns, and a 7" Hip hip!
HUFF, /" for the craft wo will ohristen the shipi
Dash = drsusht on the bow All, the spar of white
Drin into the sea till IL coors the flood
with the very own double and symbol OF blood
Now out with the name OF the monarch gigantic
That shall queen il grsndly when surges are
frantic
0sld OF Are and OF iron, God save tho Atlantic
An freiehted with power below and above
The heart OF hend and the wing of dove
Tumble in the brave cargo Of life and Of love!
Good for a thousand souls! Hustle them In
Your mother and mine shall the begin;
Then tell of the children too little TO sin I!
with furnace Of are and forest Of mast,
Che can conquer the calm and rally the blast;
But fuel Ia costly Coal beavers avast
All those ebony heaps that cumber the hold
Can never be reckoned in silver and gold
Ten lives to the ton, and an anguish untold
Alas for the lack OF handful Of Goals;
Alas for the ship that is haunted with souls;
Alas for the bell that eternally tolls
All aboard, my hne follows "Up anohor| thu
All. never again shall that order be heard,
For two worlds will be mourning ye gone to third
To the trumpet of March wild gallops the sea
The white-crested troopers are under the lee
Oad world and New World and Soul World are
three!
Great garments OF rain wrap the desoate night:
Sweet Heaven disastered is lost to the sight;
"Atlantic," crash on in the pride of thy might,
With thy look-out's DIM cry, One O'Clock ana al
right!
Ho, down with the matches The Seas come
aboard
All together they come, like a passionate word
Like pirates that put every soul to the sword!
Their black flag all aboard makes murky the air;
But the ship parts the night maiden her hair
Through and through the thick gloom, from land
here to land there,
Like the shuttle that weayes for mourner to wear
Good night, proud "Atlantic!" One tick of the
clock,
And staggering crsunch and shivering shock.
IT'S the flint and the steel IT'S the ship and tho
rock!
Desthless sparks are struck ont from the bosoms
of girls,
From the stout hearts of manhood in scintillant
whrls,
Like the stars of the flag when tho banner unfurls
What hundreds went up unto God in their sleep!
what hundreds in agony bafied the deep
Nobody TO pray and nobody to weep!
Alas for the flag OF the single "white STAR
With light pale and cold as the woman's hands are
Who froze in the shrouds, flashed her jewels afar,
Lost her hold on the world and then olutched at a
spar!
God of mercy and grace! How the bubbles come up
With souls from the revel, who stayed not TO sup
Death drank the last toast, and then shattered the
cup!
Who crushed those poor hearts that wild terrors
Atlantic of water! Atlantic of iron?
The den where they bearded the granite old lion?
The God of the sparrow? breath from Mount
Zion?
Bring the World into court! Bid the verdict be
given!
And 80 say we all-Not Guilty, fore Heaven!"
Poor handful Of carbon Call humanity's roll
For the fellow who thought, "Ah, how costly Is
coal !"
He loses who bids any price for his soul!
And Christ died for this man-this ptful creature
Made like the noblest in fashion and feature
Saint John the BELOVED and the Wilderness Preacher
Too sordid for soul and too subtle for sod,
Let us lock out OF heart the poor animate clod,
And leave the new Cain and his brother with God I!
In the clash OF the leaves Of the frantic woods,
And the turbulent whirl of the angry floods,
And the rumble and roar of the cloudy broods.
In the height Of the storm you have sometimes
heard
The meodious voice Of an unseen bird,
And 40 clear and 80 brave that your heart was
stirred.
IL seemed to be Faith set anew to a song,
That the weakest Of things need never fear wrong,
If they only believe in the true and the strong.
In that bitter storm when the plunge of the wreck
Tossed the white forms at will that were strewing
the deck,
As the foam-aakes are tossed Oh a warehouses; neck
And men growing grim in their hunger for llfe
And husband in frenzy abandoning wife
To struggle alone in the desperate strife.
Then a voice brave and young rose sweet through
the din:
"Lsnd hand! I'm alone with Lifetime to win ="
Twas the song OF an angel rebuking the sin.
Then the brute that's in men skunk back TO its lair
Strong fingers were wound in the boys curly hair
"Pass the lad right along! My chance he shall
share !"
We'll done, little John For you smote their left
flank,
And summoned them back to the heroes front
rank;
Mid death and disaster, John Henly we thank
Lakeside for Nay.