The Word of an Engineer — Summary

"She's built of steel From deck to keel, And bolted strong and tight; In scorn she'll sail The fiercest gale, And pierce the darkest night. "The builder's art Has proved each part Throughout her breadth and length; Deep in the hulk, Of her mighty bulk, Ten thousand Titans' strength." The tempest howls, The Ice Wolf prowls, The winds they shift and veer, But calm I sleep, And faith I keep In the word of an engineer. Along the trail Of the slender rail The train, like a nightmare, flies And dashes on Through the black-mouthed yawn Where the cavernous tunnel lies. Over the ridge, Across the bridge, Swung twixt the sky and hell, On an iron thread Spun from the head Of the man in a draughtsman's cell. And so we ride Over land and tide, Without a thought of fear-- _Man never had The faith in God That he has in an engineer!_

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In James Weldon Johnson’s “The Word of an Engineer,” the speaker celebrates human-made marvels—a steel ship and a speeding train—and the engineers whose calculations make them possible. The ship is described as almost invincible, able to face storms and darkness, while the train hurtles over bridges and through tunnels as if on an iron thread spun from a draftsman’s mind. The speaker feels no fear in dangerous situations because he has complete confidence in the engineer’s word.

The mood is one of awe and bold assurance, but there is a sharp edge at the end. By saying people have more faith in engineers than in God, Johnson both admires modern achievement and hints at how thoroughly technology has replaced older sources of trust.

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