Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight By Charles Mackay |
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XIII. MAN OVERBOARD.
THE FIRST MATE.Not alone in the storm lurk the danger and the sorrow.
One evening years ago, doing duty on the deck,
I heard a sailor shout, “Man overboard!” and looking
Over the calm Atlantic, saw him floating like a speck!
We could not stop the engines, going thirteen knots an hour,
Or throw him out a life-buoy, so rapidly we sped;
But I caught, like a thought, his face to Heaven upturning,
And prayed for his soul as we left him with the dead.
THE PASSENGER.
Not alone in the sea do the men go down in billows—
I have seen such things on land, 'mid the humble and the proud,—
Men of mark and men of none, and Leviathans of commerce
Go down in calmest weather, 'mid the deep unpitying crowd.
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As the great big Ship of Life roars and steams and rushes by:
Man overboard? What matters? The paddles roll for ever,—
'Tis the hand of Fate hath done it! Let him die!
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