"Nearer My God to Thee"

Carpathia
Christopher Bogart

We are foundering, Carpathia.
We are foundering in the sea.
We are drifting from our charted course
In confused reverie.

We’ve struck and iceberg, Carpethia,
And it’s ripped into our holds.
It’s the ice of bleak indifference,
And it’s freezing us with its cold.

There’s California, Carpathia.
She’s only forty miles away,
But she doesn’t seem to hear us.
Why? Her wireless doesn’t say.

We were unsinkable, Carpathia,
Unsinkable – or so we thought.
We were unaware of peril,
Yet with peril we were fraught.

It’s our children, brave Carpathia.
It is them we chose to leave.
We have lowered down their lifeboats,
And they drift without reprieve.

It’s getting dark now, Carpathia,
And though you’re just two hours away,
We are nearer to God than thee.
Our only course now is to pray.