A dreadful and heartrending sight In Scotland has been seen, Where far away from friends and light Poor men destroyed have been, When working down beneath the ground, Toiling for their bread, About two hundred living souls Were numbered with the dead. * * * The men were hard at work we find In Dixon pit that day, Gallant hearts, both good and kind, God help them now, we say Without a moment's warning then The fatal firedamp came, And about two hundred boys and men Were killed by the deadly flame. * * * Hundreds stood around the pit In solemn silence there, By the winter's sun each face was lit But only show'd despair, Mourning for some missing one They never more would see, Until the pathway they have trod Of dark eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA PALOMA IN LONDON by CLAUDE MCKAY THE LITANY OF THE DARK PEOPLE by COUNTEE CULLEN THE ENGLISH GRAVEYARD IN MALACCA by KAREN SWENSON MY DEARLING by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |