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Article H.M.S. ATALANTA. Page 1 of 1
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H.M.S. Atalanta.
H . M . S . ATALANTA .
lost March , 1880 . BY 8 AVA . MCTJS . HOW many hearts are beating high , A training-ship ' s o ' er due ; Dear friends on shore wait patiently To welcome home the crew .
But oh ! the days are passing by , No tidings come to hand ; Suspense , its anguish doth supply , And spreads it through the land . Hope whispers , " doubting thoughts are wrong , What aileth ship or men ?
The sailor lads and ship are strong , And will return again . " T ? "W TV ^ JT" TT "iv TT The raging seas each other lash , And leap to seize their prey ; Fork'd lightnings gleam , and thunders
crash—The storm-fiends are at play . Within the cyclone ' s awful power A noble craft is caught ; The struggle lasts , from hour to hour The battle ' s bravely fought . The vivid lightning strikes the mast
As if with frenzied ire ; A stream of light—the words are passed " Great God ! the ship ' s on fire . " The crew , to duty firm and true , Now work with heart and hand ; Still hoping , fearing , praying too
, Each ready to command . A blinding flash ! the rudder ' s gone ! All helpless now she rolls ; The fates keep watch , she sinks anon , And drowns three hundred souls .
TT * JP TV 'JT TT TV TV In England friends their vigils keep , Fear will not hope exhaust ; No message from the mighty deep Tells that the ship is lost . A silent sorrow creepeth near ,
Exploring ships return , From port to ocean as they steer No news or sign they learn . With sweethearts , wives , and children dear We mourn the ship ' s sad fate , And stern men sigh aud shed a tear When they the tale relate .
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H.M.S. Atalanta.
H . M . S . ATALANTA .
lost March , 1880 . BY 8 AVA . MCTJS . HOW many hearts are beating high , A training-ship ' s o ' er due ; Dear friends on shore wait patiently To welcome home the crew .
But oh ! the days are passing by , No tidings come to hand ; Suspense , its anguish doth supply , And spreads it through the land . Hope whispers , " doubting thoughts are wrong , What aileth ship or men ?
The sailor lads and ship are strong , And will return again . " T ? "W TV ^ JT" TT "iv TT The raging seas each other lash , And leap to seize their prey ; Fork'd lightnings gleam , and thunders
crash—The storm-fiends are at play . Within the cyclone ' s awful power A noble craft is caught ; The struggle lasts , from hour to hour The battle ' s bravely fought . The vivid lightning strikes the mast
As if with frenzied ire ; A stream of light—the words are passed " Great God ! the ship ' s on fire . " The crew , to duty firm and true , Now work with heart and hand ; Still hoping , fearing , praying too
, Each ready to command . A blinding flash ! the rudder ' s gone ! All helpless now she rolls ; The fates keep watch , she sinks anon , And drowns three hundred souls .
TT * JP TV 'JT TT TV TV In England friends their vigils keep , Fear will not hope exhaust ; No message from the mighty deep Tells that the ship is lost . A silent sorrow creepeth near ,
Exploring ships return , From port to ocean as they steer No news or sign they learn . With sweethearts , wives , and children dear We mourn the ship ' s sad fate , And stern men sigh aud shed a tear When they the tale relate .