Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1912-04-19
GONE DOWN AT SEA.

brilliant editorial writer's Missouri l
ever had employed on a news
paper)
The blue of the sky and the blue of
the ocean were blended together when .
the city Of Boston sailed away from .
England In the sprngtlme, westward .
bound. II Is winter now and SHOWS .
have fallen, ana the faces Of all the .
seas have been white with the wrath .
and the pain Of the tempest but never .
more forever win there come up from .
the great deep a whisper to tell where .
the brave ship went down. Three F.
hundred were on board. Mothers
were there with their children newly
born; maidens were there upon whose
fair heads had blown the pleasant
winds Of France, and In whose eyes
were the light of English summers
youth stood upon the promenade deck
| looking far into the future with hope
that had upon It's wings the morning
and the sunrise; manhood's stalwart
| faith gazed calmly on the azure face
of the eternal ocean, and listened to
| the voices of the side as one hears
soft music in dream; beauty lin
gered late among the happy hours
that had for solace merriment and
laughter; and all the stars were kind
and all the elfin lights that danced
along the deep took mermaid shapes
and whirled and sported round the
ship as though twere sailing in
among the islands OF the blessed
Bllthe battle blowing all about the
sunny slopes of France, and in amid
the vine leaves and the vines as run
ming water, took eyes and hearts from
the ocean bird sailing grandly on to
her inarticulate death. Was there
any storm, clothed with the wind and
hurricane, that grappled and over
threw the vessel? Nobody knows. Did
the fiery lightning run all along the
spars and light the sails and shrouds
and hull for funeral pyre? The ebb
and flow of moon-made tides carry no
message back to either shore. OH
it was pitful, that death - alone
alone, all alone--alone on the wide,
\ wide sea" Some died and made no
moan. Some must have floated with
drenched, loose arms flung wide apart
and smiles of childhood on the wan,
thin faces. Was the night brooding
upon the water moonless and starless?
Coul da south wind have blown, per-
fumed with land odors, only to bring
the skeleton reaper and the pitiless
storm? What said all the beautiful
maidens in deaths broken and touch
ing talk? Were not the mothers
eyes more steadfast than any there,
and were not her prayers more holy
and fervent as she lifted her face to
heaven--a face that bore living like
ness to the fair-headed boy in tears
upon her bosom? Was 1t morning
when the good ship went down, and
had the night like a corpse abandon
ing a bier, stolen the shroud from
the face Of the ocean? In all the
lost three hundred was there one to
whom death came as a benediction-
one that smiled sweetly as the angry.
crawling waves came up the oaken
ribs, and murmured wearily and wist-
fully to ears that could not hear:
Fair mother, fed with the lives of
men,
Thou are subtle and cruel Of heart,
men say:
Thou art taken and shall not render
again;
Thou art full of thy dead, and cold
as they;
But death is the worst that comes of
lHttp
Thou art fed with our dead, o
Mother, o sea,
, But when hast thou fed on hearts?
or when,
, Having given us love, hast thou taken
away?"
oh, but nothing mansles, and rends,
and devours like the sea. 1t laughs
with Unsuitable lips and comes to its
, prey screened 10y the zephyrs and by
, gracious and temperate airs. The
clouds and the waves conspire. There
is a gulf in the sky and gulf in the
ocean, and all between is the freight
ed bark, having frail things, and
beautiful things for cargo and bal
last, run from billow to billow. and
great noise is heard as Of agony and
fear, and hard bestead and hunted
like a wounded. stricken thing. the
good ship. City Of Boston, went down