The Torpedo.

    Valiant sons of the sea,
    All the vast deep, your home,
    Holds no terror so dread
As this novel and unseen foe,
    Lurking under the foam
    Of some dangerous channel -
As the torpedo, the scourge of ships.

    Through the rigging may roar
    Æolus' thousand gales,
    Yet the mariner's heart
Shrinketh not from the howling blast;
    Though with battle-rent sails,
    Flames and carnage around him,
Cowardice never shall pale his lips.

    But when powers concealed,
    Threatening with death the crew,
    Pave each eddy below,
E'en the bravest are chilled with fear,
    Lest yon wizard in blue,
    Who their progress is spying,
Touch but the key with his finger-tips.

    Lo! with thunderous boom
    Towers a column bright,
    And the vessel is gone!
In that ocean of blinding spray
    Sink her turrets from sight,
    By thy potency broken,
O irresistible scourge of ships!

- Harry Howard.

Hattie Howard

Hattie Howard is recognized for her significant contributions to 19th-century American poetry. Her work, characterized by its wit and lyrical quality, often explored themes of nature, love, and social issues. She had a unique voice that resonated with many of her contemporaries and continues to be appreciated for its depth and artistry.

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