Titan
Canadian Ocean Gate
O beauteous land of mirth and Glee!
O land of falls and seas and lakes!
Which shadows row in horrid nights
Which sorrow in Thee circulate
O start of mystic Nile gate
In which Thy goddess contemplates
Which wounds therest are evergreen!
From centuries in thy heart thou hide
O bloom of world , O shore of life!
From world of mortals what thou hide?
O stop Thou phantoms, stop for me!
Thou walking in the hazy snow!
O let me see thy glimpse for once!
Then I'll in the ocean row
The first is Love, the ocean's love
O Thee I therest recognize!
O second, thou in mystic veil
Since centuries thou in bottoms lies
O submarine of Ocean gate!
A way to vale of death art Thou?
Thou art the tourists Lovely lass?
They delve the depths in love of you?
O La Belle Dame sans Mercy speak
From bottoms of the New Found Land!
O speak thou from Canadian shores!
O speak thou from the Ocean Sand!
O thou enchanter of the sea!
Thy worthy guests are on the way;
O welcome them with open heart'
Thou with thy lips thou nothing say!
Paul and David with his son;
And owner of the Ocean Gate'
With Harden unto Thee they run
An other day they can not wait;
Thou know that call of Lord of World
Is Only one we should obey
On channels right on channels curled
All of Us on His Eden's way
Titanic, thou were but a fay
From centuries caught in forlorn deep
In frosty nights when sailors sail
Thou with thy wildest eyes there peep
Which shadows sail in depths of Thee?
Which phantoms wail in waning moon?
They row in ships in heart of thee
They wail and moan therest they groan;
Which yarns are haunting thy heart depths?
Which movies art there on display?
That in thy magic lores of time
My earthly guests forgot the way!
O Titan speak what there thou saw?
Thine eyes were blind by hands of time?
Art thou there peeping in the Ship?
What done to thee these hands of Time?
Oh speak owner of Ocean Gate!
Wherest thou go in ocean ship?
Was it a trip by Hands of chance?
Or by Thy Free Will Thou there dip?
The Feast by Lady Sea thou take!
From Nature's Cup thou take a Sip
O mortal Death their wounds are green?
Thou hadn't left a trace of them
O sculptor delve in ocean heart!
And from their dust make vase of them;
The son, the father, not returned
They made their camp in thy heart depth
O Nature, Thou in ocean reign
Them Thee in thine own chamber kept
Ten thousand blooms from ocean depth
Ten thousand blooms from New Found land
Ten thousand stars from Beacon's height
Ten thousand lamps from Indus sand
O send them all in ocean's heart
With mystic waves and angels band
My Holy sea will sing a dirge
With words of mine all hand in hand
God will send caskets for them
Far and far from our burning land
Where they will walk in dales of God
In songs of mirth with hand in hand
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