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Show POEM ON TITANIC BAND 8TIR8 NEW YORK SOCIETY. As a memorial to tho band of the Titanic, which played ns the ship lank, Miss Amy Baker yesterday afternoon af-ternoon recited a poem called "Tho Band That Played Till tho Ship Went Down." It was wrjtten by Miss Mary Moffat Cunningham, of this city, and was one of many selections by Miss Baker at her annual recital in Rum-ford Rum-ford Hall. ' Tho recitation brought tears to the eyes of many In the audience. au-dience. It was: What were the thoughts of the band who stood Waiting tho word of command? Not a man of them showed surprise. Did they know? Were they told? Wero the timid mnde bold By the look In their leader's eyes? Knitting his brow with a puzzled frown, Calmly he lifted his hand: "Attention, pleasol Are you ready? Goodl Then play like men till tho ship goes down! Tiny for tho husbands who part from wives, Piny for tho bravo who give up their lives! 'TIb the strong for tho weak. Make the Instruments speak! Now play like men till tho ship goes down! Piny for the fleet of drifting boats, Play for tho widows in distress, Play for the children fatherless! Oh, harkl Did you hear That ghost of a cheer? How far away tho music floats! Play on, brave lads, till the ship goes down. Give them a waltz, now, a rollicking rag! Play for the pride of the English flag. (That girl I love In Yorkshire town,) Play on, good boys, play on! (Her lips are awcet, and her eyes an brown, So fair to look upon)! t Play on, my men, till the Bhip goes down! (Easy I'm told for a man to drown), Somo cursing luck, some on their knee. Who's speaking there? One moment, pleasol We're sinking fast. The lights grow dim. A woman here who wantB a hymn. How does It run? Dy woes to be Nearer, My God to Thee to Thee,' (Good bye, dear girl, good bye, i I'm not afraid to die). God of the dark, God of the sea, Through night to light, wo come tc i Thee! Well, boys! we've played our best, Now leave to God tho rest. Wo dlo llko men when tho ship goes down!" Now York Herald. |