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.
The Wreckers
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”
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‘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.
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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.
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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.