BY (REV.) JOSEPH C. BOOTH
Fair Lusitania, Empress of the sea!
My heart is sick, my mind distressed, as I
Remember thee and know the reason why
My friends and I no more can sail on thee;
No more be thrilled by thy velocity.
Sad victim of infernal sprite, so sly,
Just retribution calls from earth and sky—
From every clime, what'er the nation be.
Appalled and staggered by the "hellish" shock,
The thinking world is gasping yet for breath,
And men walk to and fro as in a dream,
Such wholesale murder doth Jehovah mock;
While neutral nations writhe in boiling wrath
O'er wanton waste of life naught can redeem!
Troy Times. May 22, 1915: 7 col 1.