Poems (1898)/By the Conemaugh

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Poems (1898) by Florence Earle Coates
By the Conemaugh[1]
This poem was not included in Mrs. Coates' collected Poems (1916, in 2 vols.).
Johnstown, Main Street
May 31, 1889

Where thou hast builded with
       strength secure
   My hand shall spread disaster
                      —FEC

BY THE CONEMAUGH

(MAY 31, 1889)

Foreboding sudden of untoward change,
 A tight'ning clasp on everything held dear,
A moan of waters wild and strange,
 A whelming horror near;
And, midst the thund’rous din a voice of doom,—
"Make way for me, O Life, for Death make room!


"I come like the whirlwind rude,
 'Gainst all thou hast cherished warring;
I come like the flaming flood
 From a crater's mouth outpouring;
I come like the avalanche gliding free;
And the Power that sent thee forth, sends me!


"Where thou hast builded with strength secure
 My hand shall spread disaster;
Where thou hast barr'd me, with forethought sure,
 Shall ruin flow the faster;
I come to gather where thou hast sowed,—
But I claim of thee nothing thou hast not owed!


"On my mission of mercy forth I go
 Where the Lord of Being sends me;
His will is the only will I know,
 And my strength is the strength He lends me;
Thy loved ones I hide 'neath my waters dim,
But I cannot hide them away from Him!"

Notes[edit]

  1. Also published in Poems of American History (1908, 1922) by Burton Egbert Stevenson, where it is written: "On May 31, 1889, western Pennsylvania was visited by one of the worst catastrophes in the history of the country. A flood from a broken reservoir overwhelmed Johnstown, Conemaugh, and a number of smaller towns, destroying over two thousand lives and property to the value of ten million dollars." (p. 599)