Clarence Victor Stahl, The sinking of the Titanic, and other poems (1915)
“ Thou’st wrought the grafting of man’s hearts and brains,The coinage of bright pearls and rubies rare,The speeding trains, the horseless vehicles,—But naught ’gainst God’s great will. For thou’st not reachedWhere thou can’st scorn our great Creator’s skill,For thou know’st not the essence of the soul,That which ’bove all he holds firm in his mighty hand.Yea, yea, with all thy vaunted boast of power,Thou canst not His great’st handiwork outdo,—Thou canst not e’er make man! ”
