The Burning Ship

\u27Twas morning on the mighty deep,And the bright and glorious seaBore on a proud and stately ship,In graceful majesty;And all the hearts of the happy crewWere filled with joy and mirth,Nor dream\u27d they of the sad eventTo which the day gave birth,Nor dream\u27d they of the sad eventTo which the day gave birth. \u27Twas midnight on the silent deep,Darkness in triumph reigned,Where but a few short hours agoAll was so bright and fair;The sailor in his hammock swung,Rock\u27d by the murm\u27ring deep,The infant in its mother\u27s armsWas calmly hush\u27d to sleep,The infant in its mother\u27s armsWas calmly hush\u27d to sleep. All slept secure and still, in peace,None dream\u27d nor thought of harm,When on a sudden there was heardThe dread cry of alarm!Fire! Fire! Fire!!! resounded on the gale,As the blaze burst on their view,And flames ran leaping up the sails,Raging with fiery glow;And flames ran leaping up the sails,Raging with the fiery glow! Frantic they rush, they bound, they fly,To Him who rules with pow\u27r;No help of man nor God was nigh,Within that dreadful hour.Still struggling bravely with the waves,The ship begins to fill,One long, loud terrifying shriek,And all is hush\u27d and still,One long, loud terrifying shriek,And all is hush\u27d and still.They are drowned, drowned, drowned at sea