Here’s another shipwreck-themed poem culled from the archives. These four stanzas were published by Auburn, New York’s Cayuga Chief on July 8, 1856. It originally appeared in the Utica Teetotaler.
A gallant ship was seen on the sea–
The sea was beating the breakers–
Her masts were split, her sails were torn;
And this was seen by the “wreckers”
‘Twas coming night when those brave hearts saw
That feeble ship on the ocean;
Each swore to save, and smote his breast
As proof of his devotion.
In darkness soon their craft was lost,
For night had spread her shadows,
And all that was seen was a phantom sail,
And all that was heard was the billows.
A long, long night ere morning came
Then slowly up the river
Floated the ship, with gallant crew,
But the wrecker was gone–was gone–forever.